All right, fellow 24-viewers...someone explain

I think my head just tiltled like a dog. Bwhuuuuuh?

Still, it is better than SecretServiceAaron suddenly turning . Which I was expecting after skipping the OMGWTF whitefont to actually watch the show.

Oh, hell no. I'd have had to stop watching if they messed with Aaron. He's The Man .

(can't sleep)

I might have glared at the tv just to let them know, "Don't go there..." There are some lines that you just don't cross.

Sorry you can't sleep.

Glad you were on top of that.

S'okay, I'm currently trolling for good Dr. Who icons on lj. Productive use of my wakey time, I think.

I'm awake, too, but I didn't watch.

But there's no going to sleep now, because one of those big giant translucent weird southwestern scorpion looking spiders just waltzed across my bed. And I panicked too late to catch him, and just shook him off (presumably onto the floor?) and now I don't know where he is. I don't have an actual spider phobia, but I would prefer he didn't actually sleep in my bed.

I try to do my part... On the West Coast, so there will need to be some interesting memory rewrites should I ever succeed, but I try.

I'm trying to remember the name a of girl I went to high school with. It's taken me three-ish weeks to recall her first name (cause it was discussed on b.org earlier, thanks hivemind) and I think I am wrong about her last name and instead thinking of some actress. Why, you might ask? I don't have a single clue. But I am.

Ack, Liese. That would keep me wide awake and up and out of the room, I think. Or turning all the lights on and stalking around with a broom or something.

Definitely not sleeping, though.

ETA:

Why, you might ask? I don't have a single clue. But I am.

Oh, well, for me it would be because it'd bug me that I knew that there was a brain cell with that very info. refusing to give it up. I hate that. Even if it's the most useless piece of info. ever.

All the lights are on, yup. But I can't leave the room, because he was running very fast in the same direction I would need to go. Of course, that brings up the very compelling question of how I am going to change the dvd, since I am clearly not going to be sleeping.

And hee, it's always bizarre when I have some famous name stuck in my head as if I knew the person instead. It makes me feel like maybe I spend too much time in fictionalland.

Eyeball the path to the DVD player, and then be really loud and stompy when you walk (scamper?) there and back.... is what I would do. I might also loudly verbally threaten, but that could just be me.

Hee. I think he's gone.

Although I don't really know why I think he's male.