Like red feet hugs

I really need to stop this. All day, every day, I think of things to write about. But I don’t bother to make a note or anything, thinking I will remember by entry-time. I never do. Well, that’s a lie, I rarely do. Tv and Jake tend to wipe my mind of other things. Jake just fills my mind with happy "aww I love him he’s awesome heheh that’s funny" kind of thoughts, and tv… tv is mind-numbing. If you didn’t know that… well…. I don’t know.

Last night, in the last 10 minutes of Lost, the power went out. Lost was being kind of boring anyway. Came back on a bit later, waited for the cable box to reload itself… and all we missed was the ad-break. At least, that’s all it seems we missed. Ending boringly. Watched the 4 minutes again this evening in case I missed something because I wasn’t really paying attention… nope.

Apparently the power went out while we were sleeping too. And I woke up when Jake did, enough to reset the time on the clock next to the bed and then go straight back to a deep sleep. I love me, I am so awesome when it comes to sleep. Like a viking, or something.

I just stood up to make a delicious hot beverage, and then changed my mind and sat back down. So now I’m all uncomfy and stuff. No point making a hot chocolate now when (hopefully) awesome tv will be on in 15 minutes.Wednesdays are weird with their nothing-on-until-10pm thing. And then 2 things on at the same time so I have to choose.

This entry needs a picture.

Jake needed new socks this evening, because our ceiling is full of leaks. It has been raining all day, and I’ve been emptying containers in the back room… all day. Good thing we have a bucket we bought to brine the turkey last year. Makes a good water-holder. But anyway, Jake needed new socks coz his ones got wet. So he got a BRANDNEW pair from my collection of awesome socks. That’s how you know it is true love: I am willing to share my socks with him. So now he has these lovely soft red socks on, they make his feet match his diary. And our ottoman, and our bed… and many other things. Most of which I have picked the colour of.

I’ve really gotten into Rob Thomas’ new album lately. That we have had since it came out… a year ago? Neither of us really listened to it. But that’s how I am with his stuff… his other album, all the Matchbox 20 albums… I bought them, listened once and didn’t think much of it, then listened again a year or so later and MAN THIS IS AWESOME WHY DID I NOT LISTEN PROPERLY EARLIER?!?!?! So yes. It now lives in the car, which is risky because Zebu eats cds, but I can’t burn a temp copy because this computer is excessively fussy and refuses to burn cds. So we shall listen in the car, enjoy, learn the words, and then probably have to rebuy the cd.

Do I always use this many commas? Am I just aware of them tonight, or is tonight a strong night for them? Why am I still writing? Nip/Tuck started a few minutes ago. Yargh. Better stop. Although at least this way, I can avoid some of the ads. I don’t like the ads for that silly-looking cartoon on FX that I have never watched. I don’t like any of the ads really. I do like that before the show comes back at the end of each adbreak there is a blue screen with swirly scalpels, because if one of us is in the other room we can just yell "DANCING SCALPELS!!" and the other knows what it means. Much better than yelling "IT’S ALMOST ON" because I don’t yell that in an intelligible way now, I just make the sounds that sound like that.

Seriously. Ramble? Yargh. Yargh-woo. BAM!@