Boing
There’s too much to worry about when the lights go out. My eyes boing open and my mind races when the light-switch turns. I’ve been dealing with insomnia since I was a kid. It’s been a nightly occurrence pretty much since my first daughter came, 5 years ago. I don’t really have hope of it going away. All I can try to do is lessen the things that I’m awake all night pondering on. In some cases, though, that’s just impossible.
TiVo failed me for the first time ever. Since I wasn’t the one actually to program it, there’s a chance that Hub did something not-right (wouldn’t want to say WRONG, since that would make him mad) when he set up the season pass for Alias. I missed the first 20 minutes of the premiere tonight. If anyone finds it online, please feel free to send it my way.
I’m wondering what will happen if I turn on commenting to everyone. I might give it a try. It’s been so nice to be free of the Lolita spammers for a little while.