I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. I'm not feeling very bloggy lately. Partly, I don't have any super exciting things to report, and partly I'm super sleep deprived. I don't know what my problem is, but I'm laying in bed at night awake, awake, awake.

Sigh.

Finally, last night, Em very kindly dumped a small pile of benedryl on my coffee table to help me out. Must sleep. Also, since the song continues to follow me, Em surprised me with an awesome mixed CD of 80's music, including "Total Eclipse of the Heart," so I can relive my Car Moment whenever I want. Yesssssss! It has other goodies like "Take On Me" and "Come on Eileen," too. Thanks, Em!

While watching Music On Demand the other night, Em and I saw Weird Al Yankovic's Trapped in the Drive-Thru video. We totally cracked up the entire time. Check it out, but be prepared for the commitment. It's about 11 minutes long.

I swear it's like animal kingdom whenever I walk out of my house now. Sunday night I went to haul the garbage out to the street, and that same cat was messing around with a mouse in one of my flower beds. I think it had just started, because the mouse appeared unharmed and was making freaky squeaky noises. I'm not a fan of mice, but you know me. Once I know what's going on, I can't let it continue. So, I distracted the cat long enough to let the mouse run off behind the recycle bins, and that was it. I walked over and called out, "I've done what I can for you, sir!" and dragged the garbage can down the driveway. Really. I can't be on cat patrol all the time.

In other random news, I've been watching Tell Me You Love Me on HBO. It's relationship talk and porn all wrapped up into one, so you know I'm totes into it. I have a lot of books going and can't seem to make much progress on any of them, except for Joshua Ferris's Then We Came to the End. It's a funny novel about the day-to-day mini-dramas created by the employees of a failing ad agency. I like the unique writing style. It's told from the "we" perspective, which gives you a sense of distance from the story, yet the author portrays the characters so clearly, you feel like you get to know them. I'm enjoying Spoon's Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga album. I'm coming to terms with autumn being here and am starting to appreciate the delicious crispness in the air. Tonight, I was picking up dinner at a nearby restaurant and Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here came on while I was standing in line. Inexplicably, it felt like the right song at exactly the right moment, and I felt a rush of happiness and a touch of sadness. I smiled. Life is good.