You know what? The hell with Sleep. The hell I say!
Sleep and I aren’t talking anymore. If I see Sleep walking down the street, I’m going to punch it in the face and ask for my sweater back right there, I don’t care HOW cold it is.
See, I hate to admit it, but I still kind of love Sleep. Which is why I can’t be around it for too long; it reminds me of the healthy relationship we used to have. Back when we used to make time for one another, when Sleep was a priority in my life that I took time for every day. Our troubles started when I stopped coming home nights. I’d stay out late, and when I came in it might be hours (or never) until I found Sleep’s loving arms. I wouldn’t be surprised if Sleep had called ‘Cheaters’, and installed video surveillance in our bedroom.
Yes, it’s a slightly sad tale, but frankly, I’ve got better things to do with my time. WAY better.
ALSO, NEW BUFFY STUFF @ the SNAIL
The new 12″ Sideshow Buffy and Angel dolls arrived at the store this past weekend, and I forgot to post about it. Sorry! Buffy comes complete with axe, stake, red leather knee-length trench, black leather pants, and blond ponytail. They did a pretty decent job of getting Gellar’s nose right, too. Angel has a sword, all-black bloodsucking-fiend outfit, and patented Boreanaz knowing smirk. They’re both $45.99CDN – shop or not, as you wish.
SMG’s nose really is the key to “things that look like Buffy” vs. “things that do not look at all like Buffy”, isn’t it? The XBox game sounds right, moves right, everything’s right except the nose, and the nose totally wrecks it. (Impressive considering she’s the only character NOT voiced by the original actress. SMG is too cool for Microsoft now that she’s the big star of all those Scooby movies.)
I ran into Sleep the other day, and it told me it was beginning to see other people.
I don’t think it really *meant* it – I think it’s just doing it to get back at you. Sleep still really cares about you – you’ll always be it’s first love.
Can’t you 2 crazy kids work something out?
I always thought Sleep was just a dirty no-good ho, jeepin’ behind my back with anyone who closed their eyes the right way. Still hurts to hear it’s true, though.
AND I’d just like to say that Sleep never brought donuts and coffee to my office in the morning. So honestly, while I have no regrets about the time I’ve spent with Sleep in the past, I also have no regrets about the choices I’ve made which are taking me further and further from Sleep’s possessive, needy grasp.
I know whereof I speak on this matter. Just ask Chrissy. It’s way better to leave Sleep behind, fickle bastard that it is, and find other ways to amuse oneself – if nothing else, the part where one then gets to teeter on the edge of insanity if nifty, and your odd random outbursts will serve as amusement for your friends….