Last night was a strange mix of things... Hubby was at work, so it was just the animals and me. Kyle and I had our first walk of the night with rain sprinkling down, but missed the later downpour. I ordered pizza because I just didn't want to fuss with food, and didn't want to actually go anywhere. Plus side- the breadsticks were good, negative- the pizza was the worst I think I've ever tried to eat. I managed a few little bits and then just threw the rest away. This led me to deciding that if I was going to throw some trash out- I might as well bag up the rest. But wait, there were some coffee grounds by the trash- so that had to be vacuumed... Well, while I have the vacuum going I might as well do a quick job around the apartment... look, there's some dust on the headboard, might as well vacuum that. Oh, and the stuffed animals on the headboard are dusty too, should vacuum those... and so on and so forth.
The apartment is cleaner though. :)
Secondly, I was watching 'The L Word' last night, I'm on season 1, watching for the first time. Now, there are a lot of things the show gets really right- so when they mess up on something really simple, it drives me nuts. Example- Tina is pregnant, a few episodes ago they had a bit about her doing this ritual thing because the soul enters the fetus at 13 weeks (according to some philosophy). Okay fine, in the episode after her miscarriage she mentions that she was only 12 weeks along. Huh wha? Then, the big one- she says that they had just found out that they were having a boy. Nope, sorry, at 12 weeks there's no way a doctor can tell if it's a boy or a girl. Off the top of my head I think 18 weeks is the earliest you *might* have a chance to tell. Something that's really easy to find out- so the fact that the writers didn't bother with that bit of research? Annoying!
Followed that with "Birds of Prey" knowing I wouldn't have that much time to watch. Got to a point where everyone was happy- so I turned it off. I know it was about to all go downhill, and didn't want to deal with it.
Then there was sleep attempts. At first I just couldn't fall asleep. So I began mentally plotting some of my NaNo story... Which actually went really well. Finally was able to sleep. Then I couldn't stay there (really bad acid reflux at one point). Then there was the nightmare... with hubby helping my save myself, which was very cool. All in all a bad night for sleeping. I think I'll go home at lunch and take a 20 minute nap... that'll help.
But things are okay.
Hey look, dragons!
(Woot!! My first personally bred gold egg!!)