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1. For once I'm actually awake before noon after going to bed (okay, technically, I started writing this entry at 7:30 am. I finished it at 11:30 am. I did, however, take breaks to do other things, but still. Why did I feel the need to clarify? GOD, I AM ANAL). Of course I only slept for a few hours, but still--mad props. I'd like to try to stay awake now so I can get my sleep schedule to conform again with the whole "daylight" thing (I've heard of it, I think. Puffy clouds, lunchtime, bipedal creatures bein' all ambulatory…it's a whole big thing), but that'll depend on my ability to avoid napping. My eyes, they are already tired. Plus my head hurts. That is the reason I went to bed early in the first place, you see.

At least the migraine--a result of the construction crew funtimes yesterday, for those who might be wondering; it was like the Energizer Bunny. The pain kept going & going & going & going--had some amusing results though. At some time between 1:30 & 2 am or so, I lay down on the couch in the dark so I could rest my eyes, turned on Tchaikovsky, and fell asleep. Then, because I'm me, Tchaikovsky being played while I was awake triggered me to dream that I was singing Organs on the Kitchen Floor over the phone to friends (weird) in my apartment & that Booth could somehow hear me (weirder!). Specifically, he could hear the line, "and then there's that saying that if you love something, you have got to set it free, but if it comes back then you are just as broke as can be. So, don't leave your organs on the kitchen floor & don't forget to close the door."

WTF. I mean, really. My brain is weird.

That song is so going on my next fanfic soundtrack now for Brennan though. Haha. It can apply to both of them in a way! After I woke up, I was all, "I NEED TO GO LISTEN TO THAT SONG NOW," and then I did & was all, "WHAT UP, BRAIN. THANKS FOR THE SNEAKY INSPIRATION."

On an unrelated note, the "don't forget to close the door" line also reminds me of this song. Fun with associative thinking! Heh.

2. Oh dear God, the construction crew is back. Help me. HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE FOR THEM TO FINISH WHATEVER THE FUCK IT IS THEY'RE DOING UP THERE? I hate them. I mean, like, I really hope one of them accidentally hammers a thumb or something.[/schadenfreude]

3. ANYWAY. Back to music. This song is totes going on my next fic soundtrack too, I've decided.

I ♥ Annie Lennox.

4. I love how I didn't even know there was a new version of Hawaii Five-0 until a few days ago & now I get to stare at pictures of Boomer/Athena/Sharon/Number Eight (haha, BSG, ILU) in a bikini, all thanks to March Madness. I very much approve. Especially because of the comments I saw suggesting people watch the show as a BSG AU 'verse where Boomer gets to hang out & surf. Hahahaha. Now every comment campaigning for Kono will amuse me ten thousand times more. OH, FANDOM.

5. I finished Miranda this morning. I'm very pleased that a third series is in the works. It's an adorable show & definitely one of those programs that's good for when you're feeling low & in need of an easy laugh/some simple entertainment. It got better as it went along, too. I think my favorite episode was probably Before I Die (which I rewatched in the middle of writing this, btw). Just totally cracked me up.

6. Southland's season finale is next Tuesday. I am both psyched & bummed out. SO not ready for a hiatus. Wah.

7. I'm feeling…something. I don't know what it is. Stressed, sad, unhappy, depressed, eh? Whatever. It's just sort of there, being tolerated & pushed to the side. It's not like it's new, but sometimes it gains more of a ~hanging~ sort of dreadful presence, you know? Like it's on the tip of your tongue, & you feel like you should locate it & identify everything that's missing or about to fall apart & fix it in one go. But you know there's, like, TEN THOUSAND THINGS that need fixing anyway. So, yeah, GOOD LUCK WITH THAT. (as an alternative? You could also run off & hide in your bed. The "many mini-deaths" approach.)

On a positive note, I realized something the other night that I think is good. When I reread my old BSG recaps recently, I saw that--in the aftermath of what happened with my mom & Joe last year--I referred to TV flailing (and things of that nature) as "getting back to the normal business of life." It made me notice that lately I've begun separating that from "my actual life" when it comes to how I word things here, often quite literally. It implies that any joy I get from TV somehow doesn't count or that things having to do with TV don't count as being part of a "real" life. And the thing is, I KNOW where that judgement comes from, now that I think about it. It comes from two things: Amy & my sister. All the bullshit I got from them about my love for TV last year after reuniting with them, and my interests in general, and the way I live my LIFE in general. But you know what? They're full of shit. It IS part of my life. It's not just ~something to get me by~ until my "real life" comes along (though, yes, I DO want to improve my life in certain ways, but this life is STILL a life in the meantime, even if it's different than theirs). It will *always* be something I love. It always has been. I'm not going to apologize for that, nor should I.

8. The old coworker/friend I was supposed to go for a walk with several weeks back (she kept putting it off for various reasons) emailed me yesterday to ask if I wanted to go for coffee today instead, THEN wrote back to cancel that as she had to drive her sister to the doctor's (like we couldn't do coffee before/after? I know her reason would probably be some longwinded thing about the baby & nap schedules & cranky times & feeding & bla bla bla though & that's when I'd tune out. Ugh. I know I'm being a bitch, but God. And people say that I'm the one who makes things complicated! I hate talking about a plan forever. It's like, "Okay, already. Choose a place. I'll be there. Whatever!"). Seriously. So annoying. She asked me if I was free next week, and I fought back the urge to reply back with, "I AM UNEMPLOYED & FREE OF CHILDREN, PETS, CELLPHONES, ROOMMATES, A SIGNIFICANT OTHER, FRIENDS WHO ASK TO SEE ME MORE THAN ONCE EVERY FIVE MONTHS, & THE ADEQUATE AMOUNT OF PATIENCE FOR THIS; ERGO, I AM ALWAYS FREE. PICK A FUCKING DAY & THEN SHOW UP. YOU ARE AGITATING ME."

Fortunately, I learned the hard way long ago *not* to react to friends that way after plans get repeatedly rescheduled (hee), so instead I just told her I'm free, but that I do like to plan things out ahead of time (understatement of the century) & asked her to choose a day/time. And then? She still responded back, like, "Monday will probably work." What's this "probably" shit? Lord give me strength. It's coffee! Not D-Day! Very simple to plan! (though, interestingly enough, knowing me--once planned, I might come close to prioritizing it like D-Day. Ha[/hyperbole]) I don't even drink coffee, which makes it doubly funny that she was all, "Do you have a favorite coffee place in Tualatin?" YOU KNOW I DON'T DRINK COFFEE. Hence why it *really* doesn't matter to me when/where/what time we meet. Like, come on, girl! I know you're trying to be nice right now, but sheesh. Haha. I can get chai tea anywhere. There's a Starbucks on every corner. There's one up the road. ENOUGH CHITCHAT. We've been saying we're going to get together for weeks. CAN WE JUST DO IT NOW? Knock on my door & I'll open it! Then we'll go somewhere. ~Tada~

I am happy she actually wants to see me though. Despite what a giant d-bag I'm being about it. Haha.

9. Getting back to television, I watched another episode (an old one that had been saved on my DVR) of Lie to Me last night. I like Cal; he's a butthead. Always following people around & intentionally weirding them out. In the last one I saw, he got in the elevator with the suspect & just stood there, facing the opposite direction. HA. When I took a Social Psychology class back in the day, one of the extra credit assignments involved that exact behavior--standing in an elevator with a group of strangers & facing the back wall as they all face forward, observing their reactions to you breaking the norm.

10. For my Vid of the Day, I have a lovely piece of angst for y'all (by freelancerxo02) about Kara & Lee. The vidder pretty much sums it up: "they could never stay together and they could never stay apart. A beautiful friendship, a tragic relationship." Yep, & that's why I love 'em. (hey, I've got Roslin & Adama for my Perfect OTP of 'Til Death Do Us Part-itude<--which, *sob*. I know. Kara & Lee are my Boxing Ring OTP. Ha. Baltar & Six, meanwhile, are my Personal Jesus Genocidal Robot Operahouse Crazy Sex Hallucinations Angel Funtimes OTP. That should go on a T-shirt)