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.
River ,'Objects In Space'
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hee. I think he's gone.
Although I don't really know why I think he's male.
And hee, it's always bizarre when I have some famous name stuck in my head as if I knew the person instead.I felt bloody brilliant finally recalling her name until I Googled and realized I was remembering an actress instead. Her manager might be pleased but I am still waiting for that brain cell to give me the right name.
Not as bad as a free-range spider though.
Although I don't really know why I think he's male.Didn't want to cuddle?
Ha. Wasn't much for pillow talk, either.
One-night bite?
Huh. Tired leads to goofy. Yoda should have warned me. And kept me from the internets.
Heh.
Spider update! I caught him and showed him to the door. All is now well.
OK, I'm updated with some Dr. Who, some Spooks, and some misc. icons. Time to try for sleeping again... g'nite.
ETA: Woot! Yay for spider conquering and sending on his way.
Wow, it was really the Insomnia Club around here last night. Was the HSQ on 24 really that dramatic?
I don't like 4:00 in the morning.