Done been here and gone

God. I'm so tired of not sleeping until 5 am. When will that stop? Narns, how did you do this? This sucks the nutty poo. My feet are cold, my tongue is burnt, my dog's having jungle dreams and I'm betting Marc is by now, too. Smug.

In any case, there's nobody to talk to.

I watched "Under Blackpool Lights" today and it knocked me on my ass. I don't normally sing and clap along to dvds, unless it's Sesame Street's brilliant "Rock and Roll", thanks. But I mean, Jack, Meg White? They are special. I like them. My television speakers have gone weird, though, because whenever I play, um, musical dvds, the sound gets very scratchy and feedback-ish. Luckily the White Stripes are scratchy and feedback-ish anyway. Otherwise I'd have pitched a fit. You know I would have.

I'm so bored. I brought up the last few mandarin oranges and ate them. We keep our boxes of mandarins outside in the winter, by the back door. I really don't know why. The last few oranges left outside in a box are so sad. Like kittens nobody wants.

(Whenever I didn't want to eat something as a kid, like a mushroom, my mother would say "oh poor mushroom! It grew and got picked just to be eaten!" I didn't buy that, naturally, but she must have gotten to me somehow with the eyes and the pleading, because now mandarins are kittens. Kittens, however, are not mandarins. That would be disgusting.)

I'll read for a bit. I go from reading to nintendo to internet to taking the dog out, nights.