this might be the place

So, yeah. I've sort of fallen off the face of the planet, haven't I? 

I can't help it!! I blame ladyjaida entirely for all of it! Supernatural has eaten me alive, I swear to God, and those boys have made me feel as though I'm a squealing twelve year old obsessing over David Boreanaz all over again. No, no really. Before, in a fit of absolute lust, I actually squeaked in delight. Squeaked! Because of a fucking jaw line! It is disgraceful. 

You know what else is disgraceful? THE HOUR AT WHICH I AM WRITING THIS ENTRY. Four-fucking-thirty in the morning and this is getting a little more than ridiculous. I can't remember the last time I actually fell asleep before 5 AM, except that I can and it seems very, very long ago. I have always taken enormous amounts of pride in my ability to sleep anytime [and how], but of course summer is always the exception to the rule, and it comes and so does the insomnia. I swear it's a curse.

I need a nice little multi-colored butterfly named Lunesta to come put me to sleep for a while.  That would be nice.