Monday

When you're me, and me likes to get regular bouts of the thing they call 'sleep', you often get messed up if you're up late and don't get it. Case in point: I went to bed at 1:15 this morning and my stupid internal clock thought I WANTED to be woken up at 7:45 this morning.

I usually get the full 8 hour gig, so with 6 1/2 you'd think I'd be a little tired, but fine. WRONG. Losing even a small amount, my muscle coordination is all screwed up, I can't spell, I feel like I'm in a fog, and forget it if you want me to actually pay attention to anything. Especially math.

Oh, was math fun tonight. That poor professor couldn't get me to focus on it even if he had bribed me (which I gladly would have taken.) I was all over the place.

And the muscle coordination? Lucky I'm even walking straight. I dropped my strudel on the cafeteria floor tonight, thanks to a little thing called 'my arm bent the wrong way with the tray and the strudel flew.'

Unfortunately for my strudel, it was never meant to fly. It went SPLAT. If I hadn't leaped back (with a resounding WHOOP, meaning 'damn, there goes my strudel',) I would have had strudelled shoes, which is a very bad thing.

On other fronts, watched Heroes and was reminded why the hell I watch it when West and Mr. Bennet's 'former relationship' was revealed. West was a 'bag and tag' from Bennet's worse days...and now Claire knows about it. And she's pissed at her adoptive daddy AGAIN (ha ha :) LOVE to see how it pans out.

Oh, and there's a painting of Bennet with a bullet in the eye, dead as a doorknob. Last one in the series of 8 Issac painted before he got ksshed by Sylar. Usually these painting things come true, so I think Noah may be actually getting that hunk of metal thrown at him...

Sylar could be anyone now, except that something's not right with his powers and he can't do anything but moan and complain about his chest (something to be said for 8 surgeries to his chest from samurai sword damage. And the guy's STILL alive!) But it's nice to see the bad guy disabled, at least for the moment.

Pete was cute, as usual. Threw a truck and the British dude from Trek Enterprise against the wall tonight. Yay, Pete!

And finally, because my concentration is shot, congratulations to David Hewlett (Rodney McKay from my favorite show, Stargate Atlantis) and his wife Jane. 18 days after his due date, their son has shown up on the planet. Finally. They named him Sebastian Flynn.

And just when the happy news was spreading across the world of Stargatedom, David Hewlett's website has been shut down. Sure it will be back up in no time and promptly be crashed by all of us trying to congratulate him and see a photo of him, the dog, and the baby sleeping soundly on the couch together.

After yesterday, a little happiness is needed. Mom says everybody up in the area is a little freaked. Not surprising.

Well, Cassie's getting angry that I'm writing a novel instead of posting this bad boy, so here it ends.

Cheers,
Bec