*check phone* 4:30am? Why am I awake? What did I eat? How much caffeine did I have? Where's the Tylenol? Where's Brad? Oh yeah, Minnesota. Rats, I have to get up and get it myself.
What's that noise? *pause for listening*...*singing in my head* God is bigger than the boogie man. He's bigger than Godzilla or the monsters on TV, oh God is bigger than the boogie man and He's watching out for you and me.
I'm hot but too tired to get up and turn off the electric blanket. All I have to do is lean over the bed. Nope, too tired. I should get a Snuggie. I don't need a Snuggie, I have a robe. If I had a Snuggie, I'd go take care of it discreetly in the restroom. *snickers to self* Why did they name it that anyway? And how is that person sitting pretty right now just for putting holes in a fleece throw and calling it THAT? *sigh* America.
Poor America. Her show got cancelled. What is the deal with LOST? Just too frustrating for me. Probably a lot like watching Gilligan's Island in the 60's. TV is supposed to be entertaining and this is just torture. I'm with Dave: LOST, THE FINAL SEASON....Thank goodness!
Hmm, what should my facebook status be today? How about: Doppelganger week is over people and there's no way you look like her anyway so change your profile pic already!!! No. Maybe I should wait until I've had more sleep to think of something.
*Algebraic equations float around in my head* My brain must be tired. Or wired. I hate grading math. Man, I'm grumpy. Um, duh it's morning. What time is it anyway? *check phone* It's 4:34. What? ugh.
Getting up. Need coffee. This is going to be a long day. Lord, have mercy on my children. Ew, I should brush my teeth. Where's the Tylenol?
