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I'm doing that thing where you're home alone, and you do every procrastinating thing your twisted sociopathic buffyfan mind can come up with for staying up.

Like, eating frozen 3 musketeers bars.

And reading smut with overly silly phrases like “Yeah baby, just like that.”

And, driving to go buy dog food at 2:24 AM (four hours ago, approx), only to realize that---dammit-- Albertsons is NOT open 24 hours a day, and why the hell aren't the filthy bastards, and god you miss Lucky's except you're not quite sure if they were ever open 24 hours a day either, but that doesn't seem important in the face of your obvious Albertsons wrath. And you drive across the parking lot to P.W. Super, and those rotten bastards aren't open at 2 am either--do they want you lil dog to starve tomorrow? Puppy killers, if your dog's a puppy and not thirteen like mine~~OH! puppy age-discriminators-- neverthelss you're less mad at PW than you were at Albtersons, for reasons you cannot explain except their empty, deceivingly well-lit-but-closed store pisses you off less than Albtersons' empty, deceivingly well-lit-but-closed store. So instead you drive across the side walk --it's a wide side walk, and nobody cares where your car goes at 2something am anyway-- to the 7/11, where luckily they HAVE dogfood, making them slighlty unsanitary but pet-friendly chain instead of uber-clean but puppy-killers chain (like Albertsons).

Fast forward four hours of listening to illegally downloaded music and unscrupuouls reading of much buffyfic and slothering over Spike pics, and suddenly its 6:35 am, and your head hurt, so you eat chocolate. Gnawing on the frozen 3 musketeers bar is kinda fun for a while, but you realize that its gonna be light soon (though you can close your excessively dark blue curtains and creat an efect of near-darkness), and at the rate you're goign you're gonna have to actually FEED that same dog in a little while, without having the sleep in between you'd assume you'd be getting back at 2something am when you bought the dog food.

This, combined with the knowledge that you have to go grocery shopping with your grandma tomorrow (oh the horror, it's destitute) rather all-around depresses you, and you wonder, "I know I like sleep, so why the hell don't I do it more often?"

Then you throw the other half of the chocolate back in the freezer, feed the dog, and go to bed. No one really needs to be alert before 1:50 in the afternoon anyway. That will give me ten minutes to wake up and get to grandma's.

One other thought-- watched Firefly. You expect if of Jayne, but Mal seems so nice, you forget he's also a ruthless criminal with no problem with killing people. But I like him anyway.

Got this off someone's sig on valeriex's forum, thought it was funny words.

"Writing is a lot like sex. At first you do it because you like it. Then you find yourself doing it for a few close friends and people you like. But if you're any good at all...you end up doing it for money."


Good night. I must now feed my dog and then sleep, while everyone else gets up and does something useful with their existence.

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[surfal666.livejournal.com]

I know how that feels. I find myself mopping the kitchen floor at 4am, because I can't sleep and I'm BORED.

The link to that .sig is busted - just FYI.