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[which_chick]

Note to self: You are a creature of reason. I don't understand why you think this sort of thing keeps happening to you.



Y'know, "happening to " is probably not a one-to-one mapping for "being self-inflicted upon." Words should be used with precision.

1. You need a reasonable amount of sleep.
2. You can tell time
3. In your little heart of hearts, you can combine items 1 and 2 to draw the astonishing conclusion that 3:40 AM is not a reasonable bedtime for when you're getting up at 6:00 AM.

And yet still. Somehow you go to bed at 3:40 AM on a day when properly you have to get the fuck out of bed at around 6 AM, get dressed, eat something, get a pickup truck which is Not Yours, drive over the (damp and uninspiring) countryside, rent a canoe, and hie to the Lutzville Road Mill in order to thence paddle five miles (helpfully downstream) in a thrice-damned canoe race.

How could you possibly think that staying up all night beforehand watching formulaic episodes of medical drama would be helpful in this pursuit?

You didn't. You were just Pringles chipping the damn episodes, one after the other. After a while, you started *talking* to the screen. "Why does everyone think House is miserable? He's not miserable so much as he's not living in the same world as the rest of them. I'm not entirely sure he has the ability to handle normal-people conversations and stuff. People keep wanting him to be able to do that shit and I don't think he has much of a grasp on it."

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[which-chick.livejournal.com]

We, er, won the canoe race in our division. We actually beat other people and everything. Now I have a nice black granite plaque thingie about my m4d l33t canoe skillz.

[not-your-real.livejournal.com]

Oh, and congrats on the win! :)

[not-your-real.livejournal.com]

Ow. That is way too little sleep, and coming from me, that is something.

(Most sleep lately: the night I came down from saying goodnight, tried to read a book, and passed out on the couch.)

[fooliv.livejournal.com]

Heh. I've done the same thing with Big Love. To the point where the second season caused me to call in sick for the first time in, oh, five years? In my defense, I actually was kind of sick.

But only kinda.