Finally a day without HUGE pain.

I slept in today. I couldn't sleep last night, as a combination of pain and heat. Today it is blissfully cool and I woke with pain but it seemed to fall back some. It's there but I can cope with it.

I was up at three in the morning with my Dad and my brother, watching Murder on the Orient Express. Dad grunted, sat down, and said, "Ah, good. This'll put me to sleep - it always does." Says a lot for Agatha Christie, ne? LOL!

I feel like the laziest, most useless shit ever. I haven't done anything in days. I haven't properly sung a song in weeks. The last two times I went into the shower, I didn't sing. Which is BIZARRE cause I ALWAYS sing in the shower. That's when you know I'm unwell. When I'm quiet. I haven't written anything, drawn anything. I feel so useless. Bleh.

I'm going to go lie down some more. I must be down cause I don't feel like doing anything. I don't feel confident to do anything.

All my cats are inside. Bizarre.

The total and utter blahs

Don't feel like writing. Don't feel like drawing. Don't feel like doing anything but watching mind-numbing TV or something.

ROFLMAO! My brothers are so fucking hilarious...

My brothers (Paul and Scotty) were playfighting over the TV, trying to get to the screen so they could make humping actions at the ABC newsreader lady. Somehow, Scotty managed to unmoor the second level of the appliance shelf and the set top box and DVD player went topping down behind the TV, with an almighty rattling boom cause it took a while for it to settle behind the screen cause it's right against the wall. It was kind of like a basketball bouncing off the sides of the basket before finally dropping in. And while that all happened, Scotty curled into a ball, standing on one leg. BWAHAHAHA.

All the time I'm sitting there, munching on a Twirl, tears streaming down my face as I'm laughing. And the funniest thing? Even with the appliances on the floor behind the TV set, it was STILL ALL WORKING! *giggles*

(Paul described it as going Hendrix on the TV. I'm more inclined to describe it as Iggy).

ETA: Paul and Scotty are working to fix the TV cause they had to unplug it all. Paul was humping the TV set, making Japanese Porn Star noises "Eeh! Eeh!" and Scotty says, "Nothing's on yet, Paul. You're just fucking the TV." Like fucking the TV with the news girl on it makes any difference. LOL.

ETA2: Oh God. They're starting it all over again. And Paulie is covered in dust from digging around behind the TV set.

My Mum - the eternal fangirl.

She claims that the only man that turns her on is Dad. So not ture.

McCoy: Mr. Spock, you should be in bed!
Mum: I'll say!

*headsmash*

I just can't get my head in the recapping game. Maybe it's the pain or the fact I'm having the between-season blahs. Who knows. :T It certainly is annoying. I think it's the exhaustion more than anything.