Evil Calories: cheesecake bar that tasted like feet mixed with armpits (but I still ate it. It's cheesecake. C'mon. I'm not made of wood.)
Reality TV: Top Chef reruns
I officially hate winter and think it should be banned. I have been very understanding thus far of the ongoing butt-ass-cold conditions, but this morning I'm sleep deprived and have no capacity for being positive or uppity. In the last two months, I believe we've had TWO days where it's actually gotten above 20 degrees. You know what would be awesome? Walking outside and NOT feeling like your face is going to fall off. I know. I'm a dreamer.
So, back to the sleep deprived thing. The boy has had croup (funky cough that sounds like a seal being bludgeoned to death) so I've been on night duty. Last night was the third night and this morning I actually think I can see through time. Sleep deprivation is a strange thing. It messes with your brain. You begin to ponder strange things. Like, why hasn't anyone invented the tractor beam yet? Someone should get on that. It would be very handy. And why doesn't Donald Duck wear pants? Why did they give him a shirt, but not pants? He should at least have shorts or a loin cloth or something. And was there a bathroom on the Millennium Falcon? And why aren't the children on Sesame Street afraid of Mr. Snuffleupagus? I gotta tell you, if I was eight and saw a twenty foot brown hair ball with a trunk, I'd bust ass home. I certainly wouldn't try and play with him. What if he turned on you. A chihuahua turns on you, no big deal. A twenty foot brown hair ball with a trunk turns on you, you're screwed.
Pray for me. There isn't enough coffee in the solar system to save me now.