Why do I always go to sleep/think about going to sleep at earlier times on weekends?

My nipples are frighteningly sore, without reason.

Luke has been gone longer than is acceptable. Perhaps talk of nipples will lure him out of his drunken stupor.

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I'm in some strange mood today, having slept far too much. I've a craving for caffeine, but my sensible brain tells me that drinking caffeine would be an exceedingly poor idea. I do not need to wake up late tomorrow ( Read more... )

I've been thinking less, lately. This may be a lie, because memory fades, a few days past.
But, really, I think I am.

The other bad thing about the Sex Lady is she often makes you make a fool of yourself.

For example, when Luke says he doesn't know who she is and you inquire, "Do you get oxygen down there?"

So, I love watching the Sex Lady on Lifetime. Really I do. She's great.

But the inherent downside is when she talks about muscles that wind up around the tailbone. Gross! Also, the word "pubocoxxcyl" (or however it's spelled) it just...gross.

I do not enjoy the most recent anti-smoking ad. You know, the one with the grandfather watching his grandchild take its first steps...only to have the kid walk right through him. Bingo! He's dead, from tobacco use, no less ( Read more... )

It's so late. My eyes are sore, I've been staring a foot and a half in front of me for hours. Nothing I intended to do got accomplished, and all I'm left with is .. the same, only four fewer hours. And absolutely no sleep. Fuck me for fucking up my schedule.

Things annoy me which oughtn't. It's hard to keep them from bugging me.

There are several people I'm disappointed with, now. I have no right to be disappointed, really: every step for the last few months has been nowhere but down, so really, what's some leaps in the same direction?