Insomnia

Can't sleep, clowns will eat me...
Can't sleep, clowns will eat me...
Can't sleep, clowns will eat me...
Can't sleep, clowns will eat me...
Can't sleep, clowns will eat me...

4:30 am. I need to be up no later than 11 or so to get up, showered, dressed and out in time to go see the potential new place. And I just can't go to sleep. Not good. Much too late to have anyone around to talk to, been through all the interesting bookmarks, snagged some cool music I wasn't previously aware of. Now...I'm bored. But not quite bored enough to make me sleepy. I'm tempted to take some valerian and melatonin, but that knocks me flat on my ass for at least 8 hours and I don't have enough time for that. I could get up, but I'd be groggy and useless. Maybe I'll try it anyway, in half-doses.

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More proof I have a skewed world view...

There's a Volkswagen commercial where you hear a man's voiceover saying [roughly]: "What is it about showing someone your new car that makes them want to touch it? I mean, if I introduced you to my new girlfriend, would you say hi and start rubbing her head?" And I thought "Possibly, if she didn't mind. This is considered weird behavior?" =)

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The apt. complex was not bad, except for the construction going on and the utter lack of trees. Oh, and the requirement that with three cars we'd have to get an extra garage. (If you have a garage they won't give you an open parking permit, but you can get a unit without an attached garage, two open parking permits, and then would have to buy a detached garage at $200-$300 a month for the third car. =P *thbtbtbtbt*) It's a possibility, but we're not going to make any decisions yet. This place only requires 30 days notice anyway, so we have to wait to see if the model we want comes open. Home again, home again, jiggity jig. Bored. Bored bored bored.