Sleep, why dost thou betray me?

Despite coming home quite late last night, and falling asleep somewhere in the vicinity of 4 am, I was wide awake at 9am this morning. I was a little tired today, but toughed it out, thinking, I'll just go to bed early tonight, 9am rolled around and I was cashed - done - barely able to stay awake. I went to bed and drifted off quickly. I awoke, feeling refreshed, awake, slightly peckish, but otherwise ready for the day. I had set my alarm for 6am, since it hadn't gone off, and it was still dark in my apartment, I figured it was somewhere in the 5am vicinity, but that was okay, the plan was to get up early (why? not entirely sure, but that's got little to do with it). Imagine my fury when I put on my specs and looked at the clock, only to discover it was just barely past midnight. So now it is closing in on 2am and sleep is nowhere to be found, I'm more than a little cranky...it's Sunday night, so there's fuck all on telly. At least I have Formula 51 from Netflix to keep me entertained. I'm not expecting a blockbuster by any stretch, but anything featuring Robert Carlisle, Samuel L. Jackson (in a kilt! rrrowwrr!), Meatloaf, Rhys Ifans, and Sean Pertwee* - playing cops and robbers (actually in this case cops and drug chemists) and chasing each other around England, is more than enough to keep me entertained in the wee hours...

So I'm gonna go watch the movie, and have some soup, and hopefully go back to sleep. Be assured if I fail in this initiative that I shall return later to whine at great length about it.

*He of my beloved guilty pleasure movie, Blue Juice, which I shan't bother to link again, since I know none of you will ever watch it, and I understand, believe me, I do...

Comments

[Hamstress]

That's what I thought when I went to see Formula 51, Samuel L. Jackson, Robert Carlisle (who I could just fold up and put in my pocket to take home with me, he is so adorable), sounds good to me right there. Yet, in my opinion, it was not good. It was bad. Oh so bad. And then it got worse! And then they decided to make a different movie, then back to the first one, then a third. And it was bad.

What did you think of it?

[Miss Lis]

Clearly Sean Pertwee doesn't get your motor running the way he does mine.

[dong resin]

I'll admit to liking that turd of a movie very much, despite not wanting to have sex with anything in it.