why staying up until 4am is stupid

. when you have to work the next day.

well. it's simple really. i got a call at 10 from L. telling me that 'tipping the velvet' was on. sleep, or victorian lesbians, people? yes. the lesbians will every time.

and. guess what? it was guest programming for the dresden dolls and i had to watch it. there were glories untold, like that horrible 'i like big butts' song!!! when i was in year three my best friend karen loved it. i don't think either of us got the racial importance of black people's body image, but, she would recite the opening over and over again.

and bananarama. and ... oh the joys.
not to mention 'every day is like sunday.' morrissey jollification.

and, needless to say the dresden dolls filmclips, which made me do a sleepy happy dance on the couch. ok. i just thought happy thoughts.

apart from this joy, i feel gross. as, well, 4 hours sleep makes a demented elizabeth.

er. and i had really, really, really deranged dreams.
*shakes head* i think it is a supressed desire for exciting bras and undies... maybe. who the hell knows.