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Listing…because insomnia.

Sleep is for the weak.

1.) I’m listening to The Monkees. Because I like them.

2.) I have an itchy, scaly Proactiv Patch around my left eye. I’ve been coating it in Cetaphil, but my paranoia is in overdrive. It’s been 14 years since Proactiv Solution corroded my face off, but that is exactly how that clusterfuck started.

3.) I’ve been stabbing at some stylesheets for different blog themes. I’ve lost most of my ability to read CSS. Also whoever designed these particular themes has so much extra crap in their code (and no comments FFS), it takes forever to weed through the shit to find the pieces I want to edit. It doesn’t need to be that complicated, idiots.

4.) We’re going to Bemidji in three weeks to see O.A.R. live. Because seeing concerts at local venues is overrated apparently (See: Train at Red Rocks). Also I’m not risking them not coming through town again on their inevitable summer tour (See: Train and Matt Nathanson) or coming through and playing a fekking venue with no reserved seating (See: ANDY GRAMMER). Also I just REEEALLY want to see them and the opportunity is right there (or three hours away as the case may be) and when I posed the question to Robert, his response was essentially you know where my credit card is. We’ll be staying in a hotel for a night because we’re not making a three hour drive home after a concert.

I am stupidly excited.

5.) We finally finished watching the final season of Being Human. So very, very many sharks. So very many Sam Witwer sex scenes. (That second part is not a complaint…ahem…)

6.) A month ago insomnia spurred the brilliant idea to start watching The Flash. I watched every available episode and then started watching it over again with Bob. I fully expected campy, but the sheer volume of SHARKS in that show is ri-god-damn-diculous. Especially in the episode from last week. Why didn’t you just make that third gun shoot sharks, CISCO??? Bob’s not really crazy about the show, but he’s more in it for the entertainment of watching something together. And he keeps predicting every (predictable) thing before it happens and that is amusing to me.

7.) As a concession, I started watching The Walking Dead. Bob’s been watching from the beginning, but I haven’t been on board because ech can we please be DONE with the damn zombie movie/show/whathaveyou epidemic? He’s been trying to convince me all along to start watching, but I’ve been a hard sale. I decided to give it a shot and agreed to watch the first season. I’m still not entirely sold—none of the characters have really caught my attention—but we just started season three. And Bob’s so excited to be watching it with me, I’ll stick with it just for the chance to see the goofy grin he gets while talking about it. I spend a lot of time saying WTAF and AYFKM, the walkers are absolutely disgusting, and I keep having dreams about zombies, but dammit, it’s all for the love of my effing adorable husband.

8.) Watching The Flash got me curious about Arrow. (The former is a spinoff of the latter.) Since we’ve caught up on Barry Allen and his plethora of sharks, we started watching season one of Arrow. It’s far less campy and fluffy than The Flash, and the acting is far better. The tone is more serious, but there are still some pretty ridiculous aspects. We’re only a few episodes in, but it seems decent so far. Non-douchebag Oliver is more likeable than I expected and I think Digg will probably be my favorite. We shall see how things go.

9.) The other day I was brushing my teeth and noticed a bright white something sitting on the counter next to the soap dispenser. I picked it up and discovered it was one of my blood pressure pills. I have no idea how it got there, but when I counted the pills in the bottle, it was the correct number. At some point apparently I missed my mouth with one and it managed to land in a somewhat baffling location without my noticing. Granted they’re tiny pills I can swallow without water, so missing my mouth and not noticing isn’t too far of a stretch of the imagination, but the location it landed in was weird. I have no idea what day I actually missed, but I was hit with a killer headache about 4AM that same morning, so it could have been the day before and my blood pressure went wonky on me while I was trying to sleep. I checked it after I discovered the rogue pill and it was 115/79 so it was perfectly fine at that moment.

I’m far more fixated on the mystery pill than I should be, but this is me.

I guess I’ll never know.

That Was Then This is Now
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