Blah.

My oranges have turned into shrivelled prunes. I'm averaging five hours of sleep a night, which is actually a lot better for me than it sounds. Sarah Palin and the Republican party continue to give me nightmares. And somebody pretty much just pissed on my head and called it rain.

On the upswing, I did post OSS (Olympic Swimmer Slash) yesterday (Random Acts of Crazy Behavior), which, let's face it, is the only thing I'm motivated about these days. I'd like to write something else, but I have no other fandom at the moment besides that and Generation Kill, which is *sob!* over. And there is nothing on network telly for me to get excited about. Damn. It's going to be a dry broadcast season for me. Maybe I'll start robbing banks or something.

Give me some good news. Anything. Something. Please?