Insomnia is a bitch.

3:30 in the morning and I can't sleep. Might be the three orgasms I had. Who knows. Or it could be the fact that I slept in till 1:30 and then had another nap from 5:30 to about 7:30. My sleeping is all screwed up. I usually sleep when I'm in pain. I was up really late on Saturday night, so that didn't help.

The other thing is that the Muse is with me. I'm feeling creative. It's poking me, poking, poking, poking. The Muse wants me to make something really good. Something I can be really proud of. It's something big and I'm as fidgety as a kid on his first day at school.

I might tool around on the computer a bit, then go sketch for a while. Don't know if I'll do much - I'm too tired for that. God I hate this state - too awake to sleep, to tired to actualy DO anything. Finished the book on the Kings and Queens of England. That was a good read, I enjoyed it. Pity it only went up to 2002, cause it ended on a rather sombre note, and I think Prince William and Prince Harry have lifted the public image just a tad. It helps that millions of British girls want to have randy sex with them. Instead it was all, "Australia nearly got rid of the monarchy. Di died and everyone hated the Royals and blamed it on them, and Mag and the Old Mum bought the farm. Bit of a shit time of it for Liz II, really." I think, in the face of such huge societal, economic and political changes, the British Monarchy has done pretty well.

I'm not even sure why I like the monarchy so much. Maybe it's the old romantic in me, loving the fact that an institution over a thousand years old still goes on. Maybe it's my Mum's upbringing, when in my youth there was a poster on the wall of a portrait of the royal family. Or maybe I just relate to a woman with more bling than she knows what to do with. Who knows. I just accept it. Then again, I'm pretty laid back about the whole thing because it doesn't really directly affect me. Those living in Britain, where the Monarchy actually might have some sort of impact on the way things are, might have a vastly different opinion to me.

Mainly, I enjoyed the bit where the King of Scotland was the King of England too. I could just hear ol' Longshanks spinning like a lathe in his grave at that point. Giggle-fest!

And a hello to Tom Povey. I love you, poofta.

Hey all.

It is the next day and I'm feeling a bit better. Slept too much today, but that's cause I was lying down to try to stave off the pain. Bleh. This means I'll be up all night, most likely. Can't get into this habit - have to go enroll for school oh Thursday!!

Lenny is being unbearably cute. Very furry, stripey and loveable. He nuzzles my head and purrs. Aww.

Testing this Model's secret pore cleansing 'mud'

It'd be more aptly described as the very source of all Strawberry's Shortcake's evil power of fruit scent. Do you know how many of those dolls had to die ot make this mud I'm wearing? It's clear, it's pink and it's VERY BERRY. It's strong as shit and I can feel it eat away at my skin. GREAT! Who needs laser therapy or having your skin sanded off when you have CHEMICALS?! Shall tell you how it goes when I peel this evil vile muck off. For real. Like, this is the shit that was flowing under New York in Ghostbusters 2. My face is going to start dancing when someone plays a bad version of "Taking me Higher and Higher."

ETA: Awww yeah. Strawberry Shortcake shot her special berry napalm at my pores! My skin is now silky smooth and uber tingly! Be careful never to get this shit in your hair, cause it'll clump and be hard to get out unless you wet your hair and wash it out. *nods* Mmm, fresh skin away from bad dirt and grime!

Will the real Lilith please stand up?

What are you? Evil demon? Goddess? Misunderstood proto-feminist or psychotic baby-killer?