The whore man is new to your language. We laugh at him now.

I am soooooooo tired and sleepy, and all I want to do (I've actually fantastized about it several times today, that's how sad it is) is crawl beneath my warm, comfy covers and sleep for a thousand years. I have no one to blame but myself, of course. Jade told me not to do it, but I started reading Boy Meets Girl, thinking I'd just read for 20 min. before bed. Well of course I read for an hour, duh. Because reading anything by Meg Cabot requires that you just keep going. You are loathe to put it down. "Just one more page," you think, and it's just like Lay's potato chips. And even as you're reading and enjoying the hell out of yourself, part of you hopes that it won't end, ever, because then it will make you sad. I read some more this morning and I'm already halfway through the book. And what is it about her heroes that they're all so damn hot? Especially Michael Moscovitz. Rowr. And I love, love, love, all her supporting characters.

I also finished TLN1DA for literocracy, and am v. excited about starting Angels & Demons next. I played a minimum of The Simpsons: Hit and Run, and watched Smallville and Angel. SV continues to be a total waste of my time, and I am seriously considering not bothering anymore. AtS, on the other hand, was fantastic. I love humorous episodes, and the consistent quality of the program reminds me constantly why I love it so much. ( AtS: Harm's Way spoilers )

This article I'm writing is KICKING MY ASS. Why do I always leave these things to the last minute, why? I have basically had to avoid the Internet, YM, and email all day to force myself into concentrating on it. (I'm far too easily distracted.) But now my half-hour break is over, and I must go back to slaving for The Man.

( The Tarot card I am is a Hermit. I told you I wanted to be left alone. )