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Yes, it's 5:15 and I've been up since 3:45. This is why I don't go off amytryptilene. Because without it, when I wake up at night, there's no amount of sheep-counting that will get me back to sleep.

Going back to bed, to my LOTR extra features, which can usually either take me right out or at least give me something interesting to do with my brain while I'm awake.

Good Morning, George, How Are You?

Well, so much for that. I pretty much wasted half the night trying to get back to sleep or watching LOTR DVD extras. Orlando Bloom thinks that the friendship between Legolas and Gimli is 'sweet.' Was that worth losing four hours of sleep to learn? I didn't think so. So I think I'll try to make myself a good agenda so that I can keep myself going today on 3.5 hours of sleep.

When I remember that 3.5 hours used to be par for the course for me when the kids were 0-2 years old, I think nice warm thoughts about my fibroid tumours.

So far this morning, I have used two spoons to stir my tea, which is not too bad except they were both in the cup at the same time, and almost flavoured Chris' coffee with soy sauce instead of vanilla. We're off to a rousing start.

Mind you, he was no better this morning. I told him I'd been up most of the night, and that I'd even gone into the boys' room (where Chris had ended up some time before me) and stayed there for 45 minutes, hoping that some of their sleep would rub off on me. And because I was freezing.

"You should've lied down and snuggled up to us," he said.

"... I did. For forty-five minutes. ::pause:: What did you think I was doing when I was in the room? Just standing there, staring at all of you? For forty-five minutes?"

"... oh. Yeah, that doesn't make much sense, does it?"

( jump-start my day )

London Calling

OK, not London. Ottawa. Still fits, because today I wished with all my heart that we were still living at Platt's Lane student housing in London so I could walk over to Sarah's house and we could shriek in dismay and/or dissolve into giggles over the ridiculousness of mass-producing human beings.

Sarah, if you're reading this... you may get a phone call from me.

::hurl::

Christ, I just stumbled onto The Heritage Foundation site in my research for our EnvLaw activity for tomorrow.

Never again. Never ever again. I want to read sane, rational, well-defended arguments against what I hold true, because they make me think, make me question my assumptions, help me hone my arguments and occasionally convince me I'm dead wrong. But this... holy *&^%, I can't stomach this. One issue after another after another steeped in reverence for the status quo and doubletalk and misrepresentation and flawed logic, all very prettily expressed.

The final straw for me (not the worst comment at all, just the one that finally made me hit my Back button and delete the bookmark I'd made for myself) was this:

Critics argue that unmarried fathers earn too little to support families. The facts show otherwise: If poor single mothers married the fathers of their children, nearly three fourths would be lifted out of poverty immediately.

This in an article on child poverty in the US.

Yeah, that'll fix everything. Let's please not consider abuse or abandonement or rape or raising kids in a home where the parents hate each other or oh never mind.