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I have taken something to help me sleep (usually a quarter of an Ambien) almost every night for the past two weeks. Tonight, I didn't, because I figured the Vicodan I was taking to combat the headache I'd had all day would knock me out.

Oh, I was sadly mistaken. And now I'm starting to recall that every other time I've taken Vicodan in the past year or so, I've been kept awake by it.

So! In addition to not sleeping, I get to worry about whether or not I'll ever sleep without chemical aid again. I am not the perkiest of Goths right now.

Incidentally, Bostoners and New Yorkers, if you feel a disturbance in the force this weekend, that would be Emmett arriving in your fair cities. His Mom is taking him east for spring break. He'll be landing in NYC on Friday. Going to Beantown Saturday through Thursday. Back to NYC Thurs -Sun. Then back home.

Yay! Emmett will have such a fabulous time.

Emmett kept yelling at him every time he came on the screen: "You traitor!"

Bwah!

Ahhhhhh - I needed tonight. So sweet.

Yay!

Jars, here you go: [link]

Poor Jilli! Hope you got *some* sleep, at least.

Thanks vw, that's perfect.

Oh, good. I love it when I can be googly helpful.

Also, I forgot to say, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, STEPHANIE!

Where's my morning shift??

I KNOW! It's so quiet.

I am stupid tired.

ME TOO! I went to bed late, hoping to sleep in. But, nope. Apparently, my body thinks I need to get up at 6am.

My morning newscaster is kind of adorkable. She just announced the discovery of a man-eating dinosaur, then stopped before the next story to explain:

"I have to apologize, it said meat-eating but I said man-eating, because I'm an alarmist, and I watch a lot of seventies tv, and I was thinking about Land of the Lost and everyone running from the dinosaurs..." and then she had to stop because she and the other anchor were cracking up at her too hard to keep talking.

I have listened to FOUR separate conversations about American Idol.

Jebus.

No offense to AI lovers.

I just feel my brain slowly rotting away. Though, I am fully prepared to admit that may just be my brain, and it has nothing to do with AI.

My diamond shoes are WAY too tight.

See, my curly-toed & pearl-encrusted golden shoes are comfy as comfy. 'Course, the pearls are faux. That may make all the difference. But they sort of match the shocking pink & gold bag with its faux gold coins all ajangle, and that definitely matches my faux gold coin jangly ear rings.

...metaphor? What?

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(ION, I am in love with the dinosaur newscasting lady. Love. Love. Love.)