leave my sleepless
Right. So I know I've spoken of my insomnia before, and how I am largely free of it these day. Ugh.
I have to read before I go to sleep. It's weird, it's a quirk. Anyway, my bedside lamp bulb is dead and the lamp evidently does not like the desk lamp light bulb (the desk lamp has no issue with it). So: darkness. I didn't read myself to sleep, but I thought I'd spin a story in my head. I do it all the time. Mostly they prance about in my head a bit and then disintegrate. This one did not. It got a hold me and would not let go, so I gave in a made about a page of notes about it, telling myself that if it was still around later, maybe I'd do something with it.
Evidently a few notes were not sufficient, as it still would not let go. After lying in bed for 2 hours without sleep, I got up and ate. I did not write. Stupid story isn't going to tell me what to do. I watched David Tennant be all smarmy in a movie called Bright Young Things (he played a man named "Ginger," which makes me giggle. "Is that the sort of man I am? Rude and not ginger?"). I watched an episode of Inuyasha for the first time in ages. Probably more than a year. The sad thing was, I knew exactly what was going on, and why. Wikipedia can be a devil of a thing in terms of continuity.
Speaking of continuity, uselessplayback just texted me to say she'll be here soon! Since I haven't actually seen the first season of SGA, and she hasn't seen the dvd extras from Season 2, so we are swapping. Yay more not working for me! Although, actually, it will probably be put off for a bit. The first draft of my paper about Jose Guadalupe Posada is due Wednesday. Doing stuff!