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Going to bed late is bad because then there is no wanting to wake up in the morning. I blame Night Owl Pete. Forced him and his not-having-to-wake-up-at-6Am-self out about an hour after originally intended. We're starting to watch Veronica Mars because I love it and he needs to see it. We also watched the new episode (FINALLY) of How I Met Your Mother. Good times.

So, so tired. YAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWN.

Although ability to get dressed and ready in 7 minutes flat is a bit dangerous, as motivation to get out of bed more than 10 minutes before having to leave house completely diminishes.

Oh, am reading brilliant book called The Double Bind for bookclub. Only 1/3 of way through but completely fascinated and love it. Influenced me to buy The Great Gatsby which I've somehow never read because bookclub book is all tied up with Gatsby. V. curious.

Must read book on bus and not pass out asleep because bookclub meeting is mid-next-week. Oops.

So, so sleepy!! Must hyper-caffinate!!

um

Did I mention how sleepy I am? Because omfg.

Also, I had no idea how lowcut this sweater was because I'd always wear a black bra under it. The nude bra is a little too obvious. Oops. *hitch*

Also, v. v. v. v. tired of winter now. I'm sure in a few months I'll be bitching about how living here is like living on the surface of the sun (which always elicits a shrill response from my darlingest Jeff, "It does NOT get that hot here ever, OMFG! I grew up in the midwest! I know real hot weather! Blahblahfishcakes!!") but I say, bring it on. I'm so tired of being cold allthetime. My skin's all dried out and I'm starting to wither from the lack of natural light. I'm ready to wear skirts and sandals already, dammit.

As Pete and I were watching Veronica Mars, for the first time in my entire life, I missed the California sunshine. Seriously, all the people who know me would fall over dead from the shock of that statement.

Oh, since I'm feeling so babbly, perhaps I will babble about the Weekend Movies.

( Miss Pettigrew )

( The Other Boleyn Girl )

Anyhow. having finished the available Twilight books, and having to wait until August for the final one, I'm now content to obsess over how they could possibly do the movies. They can't. They just can't. But they're going to try and it's going to be (in my pessimistic opinion) total crap. Not that the books are fine literature to uphold in some pure manner for the movie. But how on earth can they convey any of it? Hrmph. Also, I'm dying for the final book. As much as they're just okay books, I find them oddly compelling.

Wow. Too much babble. Should do some work now, eh?