
I'm starting to think something's been slipped into my food/drink due to my sleeping pattern. Mainly, that I can't sleep till 9am or later. Perhaps I'm becoming a vampire or something (and not one of those fucking weird ass sparkly 'vampires' in Twilight).
Tonight at least I have some reason, I'm headachy and I'm waiting for the pills to make it go away fully. I know I can't sleep with a headache, so I'm not even gonna try. I should probably force myself, due to JC.
Yesterday I was up till 11:30am. I watched 5 episodes of Deep Space 9, got a paper and went on AC all before I could sleep.
I watched a thing about the pacific ocean earlier. It's so beautiful. It makes me wanna go (and play on Wind Waker/Phantom Hourglass... I wish they were here damnit!).
I seem to be creative a lot writing wise though. I guess that's a good thing.
If I can't sleep once Mikey's parents are at work, I'll hijack the tv downstairs. If I really can't sleep I'll probably crash when I get back from JC.
I've got bits of the Star Trek soundtrack stuck in my head. Damnit. If it's not that, it's Papa Roach.
I've probably said this before, but I adore that the main dude running a Star Wars site's gay.
Nothing's really happened over the last two days. We watched the Cable Guy earlier and I did some more colouring to my Very Hungry Caterpillar book. On Saturday we... ok, I can't really remember what we did, though I know I watched Bring Back Star Trek on Channel 4, which was good.
So... yeah.
Au revoir for now.