yesterday afternoon found me, quite literally, falling asleep at my desk, so it wasn’t surprising to find myself undressed, under the über-blankie and fast asleep within moments of getting home. waking up at 7pm, though, wasn’t in the plan. i honestly felt like i’d gotten an entire night’s rest. i had even half-convinced myself that it was 7am. alas, it was not. i got up and watched bad tv (well, it wasn’t all bad. there was this really well done and balanced show on the history channel about the invasion of normandy on d-day. go brits for not making it a rah-rah-mentary!), made jello, and otherwise occupied my freshly-rested self until i finally got tired enough to go to sleep at twelve-thirty. i really should have used that energy to go shopping or do something productive, but my inner sloth took over.
i almost didn’t want to wake up this morning. not because i was still tired, which i wasn’t; but, because i was having the most wonderful dream starring hugh jackman. *sigh* gotta love hugh.
is it just me or does steven harper look like bill clinton’s inbred cousin, especially around those set-too-close-together eyes?
He definitely does look a bit creepy.
Hugh Jackman is yummy. ;)