I think I've become the narcoleptic Argentinean from Moulin Rouge. I went to watch the east coast airing of SNL, fell asleep at 9pm Real Time (Pacific), woke up again in a haze at 6:30am this morning in a disheveled mess on top of my sheets.
This is the THIRD time this week that this has happened! What gives??
So to all of you who may have IMed me voicing your concern over my absence (I don't actually know if anyone did since my computer was turned off by the time I crawled out of bed this morning), don't fret. I'M ALIVE!! (Suckers.)
"It's not always about you!!!" (But if you think I'm referring to you anyway, then I probably am.)
"Good luck returning my ass!" - Wilhemina Slater
"This is my breakfast, lunch and f***ing dinner right here. I'm not even f***in' joking." - Colin Farrell