sleep

So last night, I was about to go to sleep. I was sitting up in bed, reading a book, as I usually do shortly before bed. I was also being occasionally poked by my cat, Shy, who really needs attention late at night for some reason.

When all of a sudden, a goddamn evil spider crawled over my hair and pillow!!

I immediately leaped into action. By which I mean I freaked out and started shaking out my pillows and smacking them with my book.

Okay, a day later than I'd expected. :) Work with me, people! Click it to see it bigger and all pixelly.

So I ended up staying up very late last night -- watching tv, and then trying to figure out why my heating system is so fucking noisy -- and then I ended up sleeping in a bit this morning. Which is not good, because I have to train myself to get up at 4 AM by Monday, when I start my new job. Ugh. Anyway... being relatively sleepless the past few weeks because of my noisy heat has given me time to get pissed off about stuff, but I've mostly been too tired to blog about it. I'm a little awake today, so...

Gray's Anatomy. What the fuck, guys? So we have Callie, who is gorgeous and nice and bi-curious, all good things in a woman, IMO. And they pair her with the bitch from hell as her first girlfriend. So they can then abruptly fire that woman when Prop. 8 passes, and Callie can be so turned off by the experience that she goes back to men. ABC, have thee no balls? Apparently not. That is the most retarded storyline I have ever had to put up with (okay, I've only been watching since this season)... except maybe Izzy and the dead guy. Huh? All of a sudden this show is like Passions. Also, the diary/voiceover/bullshit has really, truly worn out its welcome. (Remember, this is coming from someone who never watched the show til this season.) Even Desperate Housewives gave it up after the first season. Ugh.