It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

I am watching an episode of Doctor Who which started in the 20s in New York. The teaser didn't have the Doctor in it so I was confused. And I was like "Dude, this is the 20s, this can't be Doctor Who." Three minutes later: "...oh right, he's a time lord." I've just been watching this show since I was like 5. It's fine. I've just lost my mind, it's all good. I have no problem understanding him visiting the Earth in the year 5 million, but the 20s? DOES NOT COMPUTE.

And then his girl was dressed in a sparkly outfit and she put on angel wings and I was like "LOL she thinks she's Iz."

Randomly waking up when trying to sleep is annoying. More annoying when I forget where I am!

Today my step-daddy forgot he had opened up one of his non-alcoholic beers (ews) and so after dinner my mother pointed it out. He thought he would be really super cool and chug it in the kitchen, so he lifted it up to his mouth and chugged. And then it fizzed everywhere and he got it all over himself and had to spit it out in the sink. Then he spent the next five minutes, dripping it all over the kitchen floor, laughing hysterically. His laugh is a mixture between a jolly Irishman and the doctor from The Simpsons. It was pretty brilliant. And entirely refreshing that he could laugh at himself.

He also was like "you haven't seen it here (meaning this house, not Montana) in the winter have you?" and my response was, "I was here in the winter when I lived here." He looked confused so I said, "remember? I lived here for like six months?" More confusion. "I worked at Pizza Hut?" "OH YEAH!" To be fair to him, that was eight years ago, just before I moved to Australia! I thought it was amusing. He doesn't even eat Pizza Hut. Wouldn't go near it, so I don't know why that jogged his memory!

Tomorrow lots of people are coming for Racism Day lunch/dinner. It'll be nice to see most of them since I haven't in a long time. I usually miss them when I visit, even though they live in Helena. I hope to be incredibly interesting and witty. But I'll settle for Not Asleep.

Soon I will be able to watch the new ep of American Horror Story. I am excite! That'll put me back to sleep, surely. Right? RIGHT?!

Bought a cat tree house (the tunnels are not that big at all and I don't think Ariadne could even remotely fit in them but the rest is awesome) and they love it! Well the kittens were immediately convinced. They climbed up there before I was even done building it. I had to place Ariadne in one of the little cat hammocks and manually curl her up and then hold her there while I pet her for several minutes before she calmed down, but she hasn't moved since and she looks quite happy with her new sitting place. She's going to sleep in fact. See, baby? Sometimes when I bother you, I actually have your best interest at heart instead of just wanted to kiss your wee face because it is so cuteomg.

Also, check out the spam email I got (this is a print screen I took. It's safe to click!) It makes me laugh quite hard. I don't live in the US, guys. I didn't file a tax return. And much better on disguising your address there and even including a header, but still not falling for it. You sort of uhm...used some wrong words there. But you are getting craftier. Bravo.

The last few nights have been rough. I can't sleep again. Increased adrenaline makes for increased anxiety which makes for me staying up until 6 am and sleeping badly when I finally do fall asleep. I have a little dry mouth again and that's annoying. Huurrr. The social anxiety is still okay, I think! And I have finally gotten my head back into writing, YAY! Thank goodness for that. I missed it while it was gone!

Also thank goodness for our new cheese toastie machine. I will never eat anything else. And all the tea. I drink it. All.

You guys. I am such a- *headdesk*

Yesterday I finally bought another wrist brace because my entire right arm has been killing me lately. Repetitive strain injury (easy, tiger) from using the computer too much. So either stop (LOL!) or replace the brace I left in the US. It now takes me forever to type anything, but my fingers don't hurt. Or...well-

I am accident prone. I spent 98% of my life feeling distinctly dizzy and slightly unable to control my body. The only way I can really describe it is that it feels like I am a smaller person that ends a few inches before my body actually does, so I am unaware of where the edges of me are, and I always take a little longer to respond to stimuli externally than internally because I have no control over that few inches of me (yes I know how weird that sounds, but try experiencing it). Blood sugar problems are awesome. I fall over a lot. I run into things CONSTANTLY (my old workplace got so used to me saying 'ow' they sent ME to be the first aid person so the other one could stop thinking they had to help me every other hour). It's a good thing I don't generally bruise visibly or I would be covered in the things.

In the past week I tried to jump off the sofa to stop the cat from going out a window. I got headspin and slammed to the floor in full view of both housemates who were horrified. I cackled madly and then still caught the cat (BOOYAH). I burned three fingers on my left hand badly yesterday while cooking corn. They still hurt, but they didn't blister.

Today I was trying to get a cranefly out of the bathroom so I could take a shower. I was trying to splash water on it to get it to go out the window, and I gave it an overhand watertoss. I slammed my hand full-speed into the shower curtain rod. Oh my god the pain. They are actually already bruising and they still hurt a great deal, especially when I bend them (typing is FUN). And then, while stepping into the bath, my foot slid out and I almost fell into it. I stood there with one foot in the bath and one out of it, cackling madly because it was laugh or cry.

You're allowed to laugh too. It was hilarious.

Went out today to buy my White Wine in the Sun inspired LFoD presents for my girls today. Dear God.

Before I even made it out the door, I dumped a huge amount of water on myself because I am amazingly talented like that. So I changed my jeans and made it to the bus stop while listening to the TimPod. I had 4 minutes. And in my ears, Tim Minchin says in the middle of the song Dark Side:

"People always start clapping along there, but I'm about to do a piano solo and I can't keep time. So shut the fuck up."

Which I decided was hilarious because he said it so...Timly, so I spit the water I had just put into my mouth all over the jeans I had just put on. And the bus turned the corner, heading for me. Go home and change again because I apparently have a problem, or just deal with spittrousers?

I got on the bus. It was full of humans. One sat next to me and mouthbreathed all over my wet trousers. Mmmm. I got off and went shopping, with very little success. Got slammed into by what might have been the tallest woman I have ever seen, and I am six feet tall, okay? Then I got my dumplings (OH, SWEET DUMPLINGS) and came home on yet another full bus. Luckily no other liquids ended up on my trousers.

It has come to my attention that I spit-take a lot. No, really. The amount of people I have spit ON despite thinking spitting is disgusting, is unusually high. I think most people who know me in person have seen me do this. It's because I am full of laughter. :|

5 days until my Pants gets here. My best friend is coming to see where I live eeeeiiiiiiiiiii! It will be magical. And very loud. Poor Leah!

I just recorded myself singing O Holy Night for the heck of it. I did it twice. One was pitch perfect and lovely and everything I wanted. The second one I did, Ariadne came meowing and tugged on my skirt, hoping I would help her catch moths (yes we do this, my life is so full) and I crack up in the middle of the song and then sing the rest terribly off-key because I'm laughing. My camera isn't great for operatic voices either, but...you know, cest la vie!

The one that all went wrong is SO the one I am uploading. I think it is more me. I AM sorry for the potentially busted speakers. Don't listen to the end too loud. My voice is kind of high-pitched and laughing and singing don't mix.

By the way, the reason I filmed the bookcases when I was singing, is because I look like I am in terrible pain when I sing. Just be glad I saved you.

ALSO I took a photo of my re-dyed hair, since the recordings are all yellow. Of course the colour still looks strange because I'm a pale (smarmy) ghost. Whatever, it's red. No regrowth any more finally.

( Blahblahblah get to the video, darnit. Okay, okay! )