Military Experiment

This past week, my life could have been part of a military experiment on sleep deprivation. Some of it is my own damn fault, for getting obsessed with Battlestar Galactica, or having such a weird sleep schedule that I fall asleep immediately after work, wake up at 3 a.m. for several hours and then sleep until noon, or inviting people over to watch scary movies late at night, thereby freaking myself right the fuck out.

However, I also blame the mosquitoes. I have had so many of the little shits in my apartment, buzzing around and biting me ON THE FACE. More than once.

And so, instead of using my laptop to write while supervising tests for the last two days straight, I have instead been farting around on Facebook and reading other people's blogs. I had a great time, but you get this shitty post, rather than the next installment of my vacation. I also don't fancy your chances for a good post tomorrow either, seeing as I am hosting some sort of perogy party (which is driven by the fact that I am dead broke and happy that people are going to show up at my house with free food and all I have to do is clean up a bit!)

Anyway, I'm off for a nap.