Ask someone else to be that someone, I can't be that someone

I didn't sleep well last night. I went to bed just after ten, and woke up the following times: 1:10, 2:00, 2:30, 4:08 (yeah I don't get it either), 5:05, and finally got up at 5:30. Ugh.

When was the last time I blogged? Last Friday? Meh. On a blog-related note, we're getting perilously close to my 100th entry here.

And on a related note of counting things (I love related notes), I finally finished typing up all the handwritten "Good Girls" stuff on Sunday night. And my wordcount is just over 91,000. I'm definitely going to pass the 100,000 mark. I've been worried for quite awhile about how to go about this next part I'm doing, but I did a lot of thinking last night while watching "Law and Order", and I think I've got it. Yay strategy.

Saturday... wait, I have blogged since Friday, because I wrote about all the stuff I bought at Mervyn's. Okay, then, but I did not blog about Saturday evening, which was full of poor Pepé being naughty, and yummy food. I was brave and tried stuff I don't like, such as a bunch of dips and salsas. Beans are grody. All the dinner things my mom made were so good: a chile relleno casserole (I liked it, but interestingly enough, dislike regular rellenos), cornbread, and a zucchini-tomato-cheese thing. Drool.

Sunday was a good lazy day if I remember correctly, which I probably don't. Ate. Typed. Watched "The 4400" in spite of completely missing the episode from the week before. And watched the next-to-the-last episode of "Six Feet Under."

God, I'm going to miss that show. It has given the world so many great moments and characters:

- The time Claire put a foot in this guy's locker, because he told everyone she sucked his toes and someone painted "Toe Slut" on her car (which, by the way, is a lime green hearse)

- Olivier, who did it with Billy, Billy's mom, Claire's boyfriend Russell, and undoubtedly as many other people as possible

- David telling Federico, very conversationally, "You know, Federico, I'm a homo."

I could go on, but I must work. Here's to hoping that I make it through the day without quitting or falling asleep at my desk.