kjpepper | Wet out there...

The Friday Five folks are slacking off this morning. Grrr. Give us this day our weekly memesheepage, damn it!

Oh fine. Since they don't have their act together I'll do one from the archive...

hmm. Sept 28, 2001:

1. Laying on your back and facing the ceiling, which side of the bed do you sleep on?
Usually the left. Otherwise the side closest to the alarm clock.

2. Do you have to have covers (blankets and/or sheets) at all costs, no matter the weather?
I require one heavy comforter on my bed at all times. Unless the temperature hits 95 F (36 C) or above.

3. Sleep nekkid or no? Why?
Usually yes. I rarely do the full pajama thing anymore, usually a big t-shirt does nicely in the cases where I either don't feel like sleeping naked, in the summer when it's too hot to sleep naked 'cause your skin all sticks together, or if I'm sleeping somewhere where I can't sleep naked.

4. What's under your bed?
boxes of stuff, sundart's trumpet, lost toys of both the child and adult varieties, cats

5. If you have pets, do you let them sleep with you? Why or why not?
Usually no, because they tend to make nuisances of themselves at night (no, I do not want to play bedmice with you at 4 am!) not to mention that sleepytime is the human's turn to shed all over the bed, thanks. It's an absolute no during allergy season.

So there.

I woke up feeling a little less like I was drawn, quartered then made into Julianne fries, which is, I suppose progress. Now I'm more at the ow, kicked in the pancreas by extremely pissed-off horse stage. Or maybe just a really hard smack from a passing train? :) Anyway. I seem to be mostly on the mend.

Finished catching up with Buffy and Angel yesterday - the episodes made for a good timing device against the dryer load time. Fold a load, watch an episode, check the dryer, either bring up the next load and/or put it in for another hour, repeat ad nauseum. Still don't know how they managed to do 32 episodes in one weekend, yikes. But I'm caught up now, no I didn't watch ahead, and the strange problem with one disk in the Buffy set that seems to keep plaguing

inle_rah seems to have fixed itself? go figure... anyway. Loved "Hush," in fact I liked it so much I watched it again with the director commentary on and was vastly amused by Joss Whedon's snide little remarks. :) That's the problem with TV really, no one will believe that people will sit through an entire longass sequence of no dialogue. I mean, Samurai Jack did it too, in their very first episode, no less. Actually, a lot of Samurai Jack is pretty dialogue-less, considering Jack's a lone swordsman and doesn't have a tendancy to either socialize or talk to himself. Need to start watching those again.

On the agenda for today... going to the gym and punishing some muscle groups, as it's still too wet out there for an extended bike ride. Intend to do 20 milesish at some point this weekend if the weather clears up, if not, there are the stationaries and cable at Olin. I'll just have to go when I know there's something good on, either that or make sure my nomad's charged. Ah well, now that ice season is over I've got no excuse to not get out there and do something with my body at least once a day. I have a feeling I'll be taking off a lot on Bellnoire... Later on, the Casita plus

darkling_dreams are going to watch handwringing and fagtastica, as we'll be watching the last three eps of Queer Assed Fucks, season 1. And as for this weekend... shitloads of work I've blown off all week. *sigh*

gotta go face me demons now. *girds loins*