friday night...again...

i know it's kind of serial but friday can't come soon enough. and then it's here and gone too quickly. i give up.

the rotten part about today was actually dinner last night. i was sideswiped by a mean case of the shouldn't-have-had-moo-goo-gai-pan's at about 4 am, after going to sleep around 1 am. oops. i called into work at 8, only to hear from my exec that "we'd really appreciate it if you were feeling better this afternoon and maybe you could come in..." riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. what did she think i was smoking? it's friday. this will only be the 5th sick day i have ever used. *flings obligatory monkey poo*

maybe it wasn't the food...i honestly don't know what it was. for some reason right before something like this occurs i have these totally wild dreams. it's like my body is trying to catch up and insert some reasoning behind what it's about to do. sometimes it involves a person giving birth, or running away from a booglie or whatnot. last night it was a hot air balloon ride. don't ask. all i know is that it started out really nice--blue sky you could touch, beautiful green quilted landscape, a few trees here and there dotting the earth with rust and reds, crisp october wind. and then it went all weird and morphed into some kind of wild autumn afternoon meets the matrix type of situation. again, don't ask.

the boys are playing counterstrike right now. i'm starting to get sleepy. i tried sleeping earlier today, while playing the goddess of couches and television, but it just didn't work. shiva was sitting on my hip purring like a coffeemaker gone berserk, and i got sucked into a terrible movie on women's entertainment called "wedding bell blues." it was honestly awful. but it's like watching ambulances. your curiosity gets the better of you, and even tho i came in during the middle of the movie, i knew within five minutes who was going to end up with who and all that jazz. you know, i'd considered watching something else but good intentions and all, and my brain is just that much more rotted than before 11 am.

yawn. i guess maybe it's time to turn in for the evening. i did get to watch stargate sg1 again tonight and as per usual in the last two weeks, i was again laughing and everything. the writing is actually very good...surprising when you've been bottle fed on babylon 5 and firefly...and star wars...you know the drill, all you gamers. the minute i start watching a show now, sci fi or fantasy at least, i think: honestly, is this a gaming session i've seen? and the moment it loses that dose of reality, i lose interest. so far i've seen a handful or more of sg1 eps and i swear to you, richard dean anderson is better looking now than when he was on macgyver...how is this possible, you ask? either i'm getting older and my eyesight is going, or he looks damn fine with silver hair. WTF? *sigh*

see ya.