Why I'm up at this hour

I'm starting to believe that I truly am nocturnal. Today I felt like shit, but tonight I had plenty of energy, as long as I was crocheting (I'm making lots of progress on my afghan, and I love doing it; it makes me feel close to my grandmothers who showed me the double stitch so long ago) or eating junk food or listening to James Kolchaka or whatever. I came here to campus so I wouldn't waste all night, but I'm doing that anyway.

I just need to get these damn papers graded and the grades turned in before noon. Then I can worry about the Levenduski paper and attempt to get my ass to Michaels to get more yarn.

Fun facts

101 silly and not-so-silly things about me that you may or may not know:

1). I'm the rare person who's both a cat person and a dog person.
2). I wrote my undergraduate English honors thesis on something I hate -- postmodernism -- and something I love -- comic books.
3). The last two books I cried over were Pedro and Me by Judd Winick and Mama Day by Gloria Naylor.
4). I shop when I'm depressed.
5). I'm depressed a lot more often than I'd like.
6). I've been on (in order) Zoloft, Prozac, Celexa, and Paxil in attempts to correct #5.
7). In the immortal words of the Spin Doctors (remember them? maybe they're not so immortal), I always let my heart go too fast.
8). I love compliments...
9). but I have trouble accepting them from my friends because I always think they're just saying that because they're my friends.
10). I think Homicide: Life on the Street is the best damn TV drama ever, and proof that television is a viable literary form...
11). and for some reason, I frequently have dreams involving the characters.
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Ever notice...

that "Kellinator" rhymes with "failure"?