It's too early to see if I'm happy in your hands

It's late, but not for me, really.
My nights consist of falling asleep at 3am despite hours of lying in bed waiting for sleep to come, having nightmares that scare me into waking up, and the night I took Melatonin and had such a crazy-intense sex dream about someone that I have slept with before and should probably start sleeping with again just to get the kinks out (seriously) and woke up feeling even more tired than when I fell asleep.
Except I can't sleep with just any old boy.
There have to be those complicated things like feelings and emotions involved before I can enjoy myself.
Damn me and my emotional vagina.

I spent around three hours playing Gears 2 on Hardcore with G-Unit tonight and it was a right blasty-blast.
I love boy-friends that aren't bfs.
He keeps my life slightly complicated, in an interesting way.
Keeps me on my toes, keeps me grounded.
Oh, and will slaughter locusts with me and say stuff like
"Motherfucking cock-balls, I died".
I need more male friends to play Live with.
Or date.
Preferably both.

Oh and I briefly tried out the Penny-Arcade game demo, but I'm not sure how I feel about it yet; I feel pretty much obligated to like it since I've been a PA fan since... oh my goodness, like 2000?
Anyway the combat is a little weird and the font is teeny-tiny on my tv, so I'll hook it up to the 46-inch LCD int he basement sometime and see if I lurvvle it after being able to read what the characters have to say.
(This is also my main gripe with Dead Rising, btw: squint-o-vision font)
Oh also, my girl is perma-scowling in the conversation scenes.
I gave her a smiley mouth when I designed her, so why am I so PO'ed all the time?!

So.
I'm yawning.
My right hand itches.
My contacts are dry.
There is a re-run of the Colbert Report on in 15 minutes.
Time to pop a sleeping pill and (hopefully) pass out.

Oh PS:
EEK.

Night guys and dolls.