So one thing was resoundingly clear from your comments: the only thing that is DEFINITELY boring around here is a lack of regular updates.
So I proceeded to not update! At all! Take THAT, loyal readers! Contempt! Fie!
(There is a new Snarkywood, however, which includes about 43 whole words that I wrote.)
(By the way, I really did not write that last entry for "validation" that I am not boring. I KNOW that I am boring. The whole point of that entry was that I ENJOY being boring. That I am FINE with being boring, because it's a FULFILLING kind of boring. Then again, maybe that point got lost because I'm just not a very good writer and I used the word "boring" three hundred thousand times.)
(And now everyone will pile on with the compliments on my writing until someone snarks that GOD, I clearly wrote that just so people would disagree with me, blah blah blah, am so full of myself, and this is why the comments section gives me a headache sometimes.)
Here's the thing: I usually write the bulk of my entries the night before, at home, like a responsible person who does not waste time at work. Then I clean it up, fix my atrocious speling and tpying, drop in some pictures and publish it at some point the next day.
This week, that schedule has not been working, because there have been, no lie, about seventeen hundred hours of new 24 episodes on every night, plus Gilmore Girls (with New Youthful Indiscretion Bastard Daughter v.2), and then Lost, and maybe I occasionally like to sort of watch some American Idol auditions, is that some sort of crime, and Noah needs to have the daycare funksmell scrubbed off him every night, plus cereal and stimulation and a lesson in why Jack Bauer is a really excellent role model in life, and there's also this little thing about how he won't sleep through the night anymore.
Oh NO. Waking up at 3 am every night is MUCH BETTER. And 5 am is also an excellent time to wake up AGAIN, because it's precisely 20 minutes after I've managed to fall back asleep after the 3 am incident, and I am now so damn tired during the day that my eyeballs actually hurt and I'm afraid that an extra-long blink will leave me sprawled facedown in the office hallway, sound asleep.
I swear, the child has been reading too many parenting blogs, because how else would he know that all the other four-month-old babies out there are pulling this same shit? STOP CAVING TO PEER PRESSURE, NOAH. BE YOUR OWN PERSON.
A SLEEPY PERSON PREFERABLY.
So damn tired.
Anyway, we just had Corporate Love Fest Rah-Rah Day, and there was much love, and many pieces of flair were distributed, and I displayed my mental age by sticking my tongue out at the new employees while they were introduced, including one who may very well blog about it, had he found me amusing or clever or...noticed me doing it at all.
Now there is lukewarm pizza that I am picking the mushrooms off of.
See? Don't you wish I had maybe decided to talk non-stop about the baby instead?
I'm adding a midnight feeding tonight, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.