So.
I've been sleeping terribly lately.
Tor, dear Tor, this is part of why I'm so unresponsive these days.
I suspect it's a mix of not sleeping in the same bed as someone, and the fact that I'm home, a place that holds many bad memories and makes me feel more stifled than anything. Nightmares, restless sleep, impossible to get to sleep, the works. Last night was the first time in a week I haven't had nightmares, although sleep was still relatively restless. I feel more rested, at least.
Anyways, I've been TV-ing far too much for my own good. Still haven't gotten off my ass to recover the 40-some abstracts that got lost. I'll have to start from scratch, and that's not a fun thought. Still haven't made Richard's bithday present. Eh, I've got a few days.
Back to the point: TV
House MD: WTF FINALE YOU SOUND TOO MUCH LIKE REAL LIFE. Or, at least, remind me too much of real life with my dad. Otherwise, very good. You freaked me the fuck out with the plot twist at the end, although I noticed one of the hints earlier and figured it was a continuity error rather than a hint.
Glee: You make me gleeful. So gleeful. My heart swelled as you sang, and the camp made me melt. Please, please don't get cancelled. Naturally, the Lea Michelle helped.
Dollhouse: Halfway through the season, and you look interesting. Very interesting. I'm a fan of the creepy little childlike thing at the end of the opening theme, and there's an air of creepy whenever we're in the facility that makes me smile.
Daily Show: I'm about to watch Monday's episode, and if you don't mention the Prop 8 decision happening very very soon today, I will metaphorically stab you.
Brothers & Sisters: You continue to be the drama that I go flail at. And continue to say "wow, I'm glad my love life isn't that complicated" at.
Dear US-of-A, please be reasonable and revoke Prop 8. Love is love, all that mess, and even though I'll probably end up an effective breeder, this issue still affects me as a bisexual member of the nation. So yes, I'm biased. I'm not the noble straight girl that is noble and even though the issue doesn't affect her, she still fights for it. I'm in Alabama, where I can't actually rally -- if I were anywhere else, you know I would be. But alas. No organizers here, and I've seen the permits you need to get for Birmingham, and they're a pain. So at the moment, all I'll do is watch the news streams and hope that this stupid nation of ours is actually becoming more progressive instead of, you know, continuing to live backwards and in the 19th century.
My two cents.
Tor, dear Tor, this is part of why I'm so unresponsive these days.
I suspect it's a mix of not sleeping in the same bed as someone, and the fact that I'm home, a place that holds many bad memories and makes me feel more stifled than anything. Nightmares, restless sleep, impossible to get to sleep, the works. Last night was the first time in a week I haven't had nightmares, although sleep was still relatively restless. I feel more rested, at least.
Anyways, I've been TV-ing far too much for my own good. Still haven't gotten off my ass to recover the 40-some abstracts that got lost. I'll have to start from scratch, and that's not a fun thought. Still haven't made Richard's bithday present. Eh, I've got a few days.
Back to the point: TV
House MD: WTF FINALE YOU SOUND TOO MUCH LIKE REAL LIFE. Or, at least, remind me too much of real life with my dad. Otherwise, very good. You freaked me the fuck out with the plot twist at the end, although I noticed one of the hints earlier and figured it was a continuity error rather than a hint.
Glee: You make me gleeful. So gleeful. My heart swelled as you sang, and the camp made me melt. Please, please don't get cancelled. Naturally, the Lea Michelle helped.
Dollhouse: Halfway through the season, and you look interesting. Very interesting. I'm a fan of the creepy little childlike thing at the end of the opening theme, and there's an air of creepy whenever we're in the facility that makes me smile.
Daily Show: I'm about to watch Monday's episode, and if you don't mention the Prop 8 decision happening very very soon today, I will metaphorically stab you.
Brothers & Sisters: You continue to be the drama that I go flail at. And continue to say "wow, I'm glad my love life isn't that complicated" at.
Dear US-of-A, please be reasonable and revoke Prop 8. Love is love, all that mess, and even though I'll probably end up an effective breeder, this issue still affects me as a bisexual member of the nation. So yes, I'm biased. I'm not the noble straight girl that is noble and even though the issue doesn't affect her, she still fights for it. I'm in Alabama, where I can't actually rally -- if I were anywhere else, you know I would be. But alas. No organizers here, and I've seen the permits you need to get for Birmingham, and they're a pain. So at the moment, all I'll do is watch the news streams and hope that this stupid nation of ours is actually becoming more progressive instead of, you know, continuing to live backwards and in the 19th century.
My two cents.