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So it would appear my night owliness has a name: delayed sleep phase syndrome. That fits me to a tee. Unfortunately, I've tried all the things that help some people, and they weren't useful, so I guess I'm just fated to vampiness and a life led most comfortably in the dark. Not that I actually mind that much, except when I am forced to work at 9am, at which point I must say it truly sucks the posterior. And it's really a hassle that most places are closed at night. And yes, daylight is pleasant. Summer rocks, because I get to actually experience several hours of sun each day. France rocked, because it didn't get dark till like 10pm, so I got *lots* of daylight. Oddly enough, I also woke up on my own around 10 or 11am every day, instead of sometime between 1 and 3, as I do here. And when I woke up there, I was alert, not all groggy and sleep inerted (inerted?), as I always am here. I also fell asleep there usually by 1 or 2am, as opposed to between 4 and 6, like here. So maybe I just belong in France, after all. Hmm. I want to join a gym. That's right, a gym. I won't say it again, because working out is like the most boring activity ever, and the impulse will probably only last a few days, because frankly, me in a Bally? That's just crazy talk. But there you have it. Hot Pockets are full of fat and gunk. They are an acre of grease concentrated into one 3x5x.5" bit of space. But when you are really hungry, and there's nothing else in the house? Yum. 'Course, now I want a Diet Coke, but I can't have it, or I'll *never* get to sleep. When the hell is Alias coming back on?!? Why, why, why will the Palladinos never allow Luke & Lorelei to be together and happy? I am tired of the back and forth. Enough already, Amy Sherman-P. Let those two crazy kids live happily ever after. There will still be plenty of room for angst. Trust me. Lorelei has still to get preganant - accidentally or otherwise (so does Rory, for that matter, and frankly, I thought it would have happened by now) - and Rory has still got to graduate and enter the "real world", where I'm sure she'll fold like a housa cards. Not to mention Emily & Richard will probably head off into the sunset sometime, leaving Lorelei with TONS of unresolved issues good for years and years of stress for poor Luke to have to deal with. So please. Let them have their good times now. 'Cause goodness knows, it will not last. Better they face the darkness together. Or something. Clearly my own life needs help, that I am this involved in tv right now. Speaking of which, I really liked the pilot for Love Monkey. I thought it was really well-written, thoughtful and glib in all the right places. I also really liked Judy Greer. La Greer has put on some pounds, and it makes her look tons prettier and softer. I hope she keeps the weight. She doesn't look chubby, even on tv, and her face is much more filled out and has mostly lossed that stressed, pinched, one-macchiato-away-from-a-bottle-of-gin-and-an-8-ball-of-coke look. I hope the series continues to live up to the expectations I now have, and that the network doesn't dumb it down or cancel it just because maybe the ratings aren't all hype. Because I found it a pretty rare bird among tv shows and could grow to love it. In fact, I might even start recapping it, because TVWoP doesn't seem to be interested in it, and I would love it if it had the ratings chops to stick around. Peace out, copyright 2002
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In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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