Let's see, I already have news to read, laundry to fold, bills to pay, several episodes of Scrubs to catch up on--not to mention the fact that late-night is "ME" time (the only time I have alone--with no one demanding anything of me, physical, mental or emotional)--but now there's this!.
And to think I get all excited when I happen to glance at the clock at precisely 7:11 (a.m. or p.m.), and when I managed to own a car long enough to see my birthday on the odometer (41766).
What can I say? Despite my cynical nature, I'm pretty easily entertained.
Posted by insomnomaniac at April 4, 2006 5:05 PM | TrackBack