Working. Up late. Nobody puts Baby in a corner.

Okay. Know when you're tired, you have to have something on that you like but's familiar so you can kinda go along with it and not fall asleep?

Tonight? Dirty Dancing. Oh, shut up. Patrick Swayze is hot in it and the dancing love scene is still about the sexiest thing ever.

Weird dream.

Weird-ass dream last night this morning. My backyard was a Mexican temple or something with all the stairs and stuff and for some reason I woke up late, and Grant was there on the back porch sitting with my parents and for some reason my grandmonster who was dating Stellan Skarsgaard, they were both there, and there were baby clouded leopards like the ones on Animal Planet last night.

I don't get it, either, but 2:30 seems a lot further away now.

Sudden cravings for pancakes. Damn you!

I want pancakes.