It's 11 at night, and I should be sleeping. I have a one-day job at the gardening company that my mom works for, since one of the girls is going to the doctor and her boss happened to know that I'm free. I have to be up at 6 or so. But I'm not. I can't sleep; I've been getting to sleep at around 2 am lately, and it's just too early now.
So, I'm sitting around on my tiny computer.
And for anyone who's ever seen those credit card commercials with the foreign customer service guy in a shack on the frozen tundra, who says "Hello, I am Peggy..." and when the guy who has the credit card wants to redeem his points, "Peggy" says "You can get lots of things! Get big trucker cap, look good for ladies..." Yeah. That's how I've been feeling lately. Every once in a while I feel like Americans have been beaten into submission when it comes to certain things--namely credit cards and university tuition.
It's a depressing thing to be thinking about at eleven at night.
By the way, on the channel that Hellcats is on, they had a cellphone poll about Mardi dating an older man, and you could say "Yuck! Manther!" or "Men over boys." First of all, I have never heard the term 'manther' before, although I suppose the world is becoming less sexist if it recognizes the male version of a cougar. But never mind how old he is--he's fucking hot! If I met an older man that looked/sounded/acted like Gale Harold, I'd date him without a doubt. (My parents would freak, but okay...)
(Oh, and here's the commercial mentioned.) ---