Argh. Someone knocked on my door and woke me up this morning, but by the time I got up, they were gone. But now I'm up. I was not planning on waking up yet!

You know, Jesse, some of us have to get up this early every single day! It's a true fact!

Yeah, yeah. It's not really about the time -- I was up yesterday at 7 like a normal person, but that had a point! Now I'm just tired and awake for no reason. And I'm not a napper.

Help! My sinuses are attacking! Normally, I don't count these as headaches (I categorise my headaches--ask me how) but this is holding the front of my face hostage.

I don't know if I should continue getting ready for work and see if the Aleve kicks on lie down like I really want to.

I have eaten an entire, rather large, chocolate bunny this morning. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I'm not so sure.

ita, hot shower to loosen things up? Decongestant rather than just painkiller?

On Alias, I totally expected Will to pull out a golden umbrella at the end of his speech to Syd. It was very sweet, though. I wonder how he'd explain her to his fiance?

And Jack, with the keeping edged weapons away from Bristow girls! LOVE.

Top Chef, I'm sure Harold could have done more with the salmon than he did, but that fish looked awful. The eyes were cloudy, and the skin was oily -- it did not look fresh. And in San Fransisco, there's really no excuse for buying fish that sad looking. There's an ocean RIGHT THERE. He should have bought the frozen wild salmon, IMO. (Alternately, having bought the crappy farmed salmon, he should have spiced it up a bit, and not served it as whole fillets, because that kind of presentation is really about showcasing a great piece of fish.)

I was really disappointed that nobody thought they could bake a cake. I mean, come on, I can make a simple white cake. Yes, doing a three-tiered cake takes some skill, but it's not rocket science. If you can stir, you can make a cake. If you're nervous, use the money you saved by not buying cake mix to buy a goddamn cookbook.

Top Chef: I agree about the cake. Tiffani going on and on about the cake falling ... my husband makes cakes from scratch all the time, and they've never fallen.

Hope the sinuses have improved. Mine have become a rather annoying barometer. Face hurting? Expect winds in five minutes.

A friend of mine gets migraines whenever there is a hurricane in the eastern portion of the country. Last year sucked for her.

Morning report: zen. And my eyes are protesting this whole thing. Must try cucumbers or teabags or something tonight. Verry odd putting eyeliner on when the surface is about three times its normal area.

Top Chef:

I was awfully concerned at the end that they were going to toss Harold, between the fish and his admitting that he suggested using cake mix. And I think I might have had an aneurysm if Stephen hadn't been the one to go.

I've been awake for about 20 minutes, and I've already had cat pee on my foot.

Does that seem right to you?