So, the Desperate Housewives were slightly less reprehensible tonight....

Due to the lack of cable here in the ghetto, Linus and I took ourselves over to Ruby Slippers to watch this week's episode of The 4400. Groovy! AnnoyingApril is gone, but unfortunately I still want to beat Danny and Tom about the head and shoulders. Anyway, after that was over, Desperate Houswives came on, which our fabulous host enjoys. Last week, Linus and I had to leave half way through because everyone on that show is a complete cunt and we could barely contain our loathing. This week, either they were slightly less loathsome, or we were simply too tired to care.

Why were we so tired, you ask? Because we've been staying up until the wee hours of the morning, which is always fun. See, left to our own devices, we're complete night owls. I think I may be worse than Linus, though. My days and nights would be the complete reverse of the "normal" schedule if I had a choice. However, since I don't have a choice, I've been trying to keep my days as days and nights as nights so I'm not in pain when I have to go to grad school in September. However, the last few nights have been late ones. All of our roomies were gone Saturday and half of today, so Linus and I had the house to ourselves. That was fun, even though he spent most of Sat. napping and surfing eBay for knives and I spent most of it reading graphic novels and playing Kindom of Loathing. We did go to Cheyenne on a whim at, like, 9 pm and ended up at Target. We bought a double package of DVDs (Underworld and Hellboy), and then went right back to Laramie. So very exciting.

Unfortunately, the quiet and relaxing Saturday and fun time with Jim made the craziness we returned to tonight seem even worse. There's a big drinking party going on and I feel like a miserable bitch about it. I have the patience of a gnat right now and I want these screaming drunk people to go far, far away from me. And the nice clean kitchen (which I've had to clean alone for the past three times now, and with Tessa's help the time before that) is fucking thrashed. *sigh*

I'm very, very tired.


The Morning After: Wow, I was cranky last night. I feel better today. Honestly, I'm barely taking any pleasure at all in everyone's hangovers. Also, John is a great houseguest. While Mark and Britt did clean up a bit last night before bed, John got up this morning and cleaned everything up. He can crash in our livingroom anytime he wants, as far as I'm concerned. Thanks, man!