She was happy enough in her L-Word Coma (and then he made her a mix tape)
by Zoeyjane
I’m exhausted. I’ve been chasing myself around in my brain, only moving to pick up, inhale, put down, restart episode, pause episode, make coffee, make tea, toast bread, spread butter, pee. Well, before Zoë came home in the afternoon. I would never neglect her like I would have to, in order to focus my attention on behaviours like that.
That’s why I put on Diego.
I jest.
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Anyway. It’s quarter to two on Monday morning and I’m pretty sure I’m going to have a severe case of the Muuuuundays tomorrow, given that I am, once again, completely out of smokes, in the efforts of giving January’s resolution a fighting chase, right out of the gate. Also, I might have PMS.
(god, I overuse commas)
And, well, I’ve had to put The L Word to bed right at the point when Shane and that Princess are all eheh-eheh-wink-wink-nudge-nudge and I literally want to scream.
Yes. Television does affect me. Greatly.
Which is why I’m going to bed in about 10 minutes, having only slept for four of the past seven nights, with a cumulative total of less than 25 hours.
Poor me, I hear you new moms cry in outrage!
Trust me. Being exhausted when your baby is up all the time is crazy-making, but being exhausted because your brain is, say, crazy enough to think you should be awake as if a baby was up all the time?
It’s tired. I’m getting too old for this, man. It used to be all about productivity during these manic winter nights. Now? Zombification in a completely inanimate manner.
So, I’ve been feeling old and creaky and I haven’t been wearing makeup, or you know, washing my face or anything and the winter is so evil to my skin, so the point is, I was driven to watch all of this unrealistic lesbian drama for days and because I was so obsessed with thoughts like, ‘Just finish this season, it’s the one where Dana says…’ and then I would have to listen to them, by say, watching.an.entire.season.in.one.night., I was felling pretty repulsive.
But then he made me a mix tape.
