It’s 11:41 in the eastern time zone of my living room, and 11:47 in the western, and no matter which one is correct, it’s late and I’m not tired. That’s probably because I was in bed until just before 2 this afternoon. I admit, I went to bed late, and therefore enjoyed more than the average night’s worth of sleep into the early afternoon. Woops. I really was planning to get up around 10, but I decided to hold out for 11, and then I really started dreaming again. I got up before 2, got showered and went to Subway.
But maybe you’re wondering why I was up late. Two words for you: Twenty-four. One word: 24. Two words again: Jack Bauer. One word: Hellyeah. Okay, that was two words, but I had a pattern going and you know how I feel about that. Since last weekend, I have watched the first two seasons of 24. Man, that’s a good show. I actually shouldn’t watch it anymore, at least not seasons 2 or 3. I keep mixing up two girls, one real and one on the show, both with “M” names. It’s really gonna mess me up.
Oh, but last night, I was hungry, and remembered I had a frozen Trader Joe’s spinach-feta pizza in the freezer, so that was my dinner. I’m probably going to eat a whole lot more for those in the future. For good, or for bad.
And, just in case you’re wondering, the countdown now stands at 54. I’d trade the TV-version cute curly-haired M-girl for a better one, but I’ve got some time to kill. I’d better get Jack Bauer on it. Hopefully the countdown won’t be counterproductive. Hmm, it’s like a strange version of my tattoo. Oh well. Midnight in the western half of my living room. Gotta go!