stupid o'clock
it's the middle of the night and I can't sleep. I've dragged myself like a sightless undead into the living room and now I'm watching Dexter. If there is ever a creepshow highlights reel of my life, this would probably make it. I find I watch this show with the fascination of a young boy seeing for the first time a snake distending its jaws and swallowing an improbably large victim. I hope I can stay awake tomorrow later on. Working from home is full of temptations, like snoozing.
I've volunteered to dog mind tomorrow - okay so if I say tomorrow anymore you know I really mean later on when the sun is up - which should be good. It seems that Isabelle - a 7 yr old boxer - has become my Clayton's dog, in lieu of actually having a dog of my own.
Well, back to the creepiness. I'm beginning to notice that Dexter doesn't really have the effect of making you sleepy. No surprises there, I guess. So why am I compelled to watch more? Who will die next? Time to find out.
I've volunteered to dog mind tomorrow - okay so if I say tomorrow anymore you know I really mean later on when the sun is up - which should be good. It seems that Isabelle - a 7 yr old boxer - has become my Clayton's dog, in lieu of actually having a dog of my own.
Well, back to the creepiness. I'm beginning to notice that Dexter doesn't really have the effect of making you sleepy. No surprises there, I guess. So why am I compelled to watch more? Who will die next? Time to find out.