I’ll take things you don’t want to hear (or say) on a date for $500. Oh what an interesting weekend…

This photo got so many positive comments on my facebook profile.

Two vampire links today:

Via A Good Poop – some “nasty ass case reports” at forensic nurse detailing real-life cases of haemophagy (blood consumption) behaviour. Sadly Bobbi Jo sinks into blaming Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Masquerade, and even D & D, for dangerous sadomachistic behaviour. With some weird witchhunt-esque scaremongering about a Tome entitled “Book of Shadows”.

There is also this Penny Arcade comic. My sister had a little chat about me borrowing her Laurel K. Hamilton novels. Honestly I’m with the blonde stranger, Hamilton actually had talent. The books were actually quite good before, not that the freaky voodoo sex is a turn off or anything.

Just so you know, I’m the type of person who, if naps, often has problems sleeping at bedtime.  (I napped when I got home from effects of not sleeping the night before and The Migraine.)
Also, if not EXHAUSTED, I’m a lighter sleeper, meaning things like, the air conditioner going on, wake me up.

That being said, I caved in at 12:40 last night and took some NyQuil.
This is after: meditating, visualization, going to the sofa (thinking the quiet would help), the gym, the puppy, some assisted relaxation and breathing exercises.

It kicked in about, oh, 1:30am.

I was smart and packed my B-6 today.

While I am no way denying PMS, I am the proud owner of another cyclic indiciator.

During the time that I crave chocolate, sweatpants, carbs and demanding Steve to tell me I still look pretty, The Brain fires at 1,000RPM between the hours of 10pm and 2am, EST.
And see, half of my brain is buzzing like a hummingbird on coke, giving me crazy/frustrating/upsetting dreams; moreso than usual.  I’m used to the “normal” abnormal dreams.
The other half of my brain says, “Whoa, the last time you fell asleep, you were left alone in the woods with a serial killer who had wiggled out of his restraints.  I’m not letting that happen again.”
And so the battle ensues.
Half 1: Sweet you need to do this and this and this and this and this and this, etc.
Half 2: Can’t sleep, clown’ll eat me.
Half 1: Well, I’m done thinking of hypothetical situations.  Sleep now!
Half 2: Can’t sleep, clown’ll eat me.
Half 1: zzzzzzzzzzzz
Half 2: Okay and now chase that old lady with your car, run her over and then feel immense regret.
Half 1: That was odd. Say, did you lock all the doors.
Half 2: Can’t sleep, clown’ll eat me.

So, here it is, 2pm, and I feel like my face is going to slide off.
Now, I’m normally fatigued around now (That Time-wise) anyway, but compound that with not being able to sleep and I’m a barrel of fun.

Hopefully some gym and puppy stimulation will be able to keep me up until 8.

Oh, and let’s not mention that the sleeplessness has given me VERY SEXY black circles under my eyes. Tres attractive.

See there are LOTS OF US!

Fellow clown haters unite! Put those suckers outta biznaz!

At the very least keep em in things like the circus where they belong not blowing up balloon animals in the park or the grand opening of restaurants where unsuspecting patrons such as me gets a year or two shaved off their life just from the encounter.

Who the heck ever thought they were a good idea to start with? Take a man, paint his face garishly and tell him to caper about. Um. ya. I have as much use of them as Mimes but that is a whole other rant.