Sleepy sleepy sleepy.

Today! Last day before I get some gainful employment action going on in my life. Let's all do a little dance of joy and pray I do not get fired before the day is out. Which is unlikely... I got the Twins there to keep me in line (and split a cab fare, so I do not get lost in the Bronx -again-). I'm excited. Hell, I'm borderline hyped.

I'm also exhausted, having slept like ass last night. I spent most of the morning trying desperately not to nod off, lest I screw up my sleep schedule irrevocably. And now I'm not tired as all, which I PRAY won't be the case in a couple of hours, so that I might pop off to bed early and sleep two nights' worth and still wake up with enough time to be early for the training. COMPLICATED.

And in other news, Torchwood... what the fuck. Why do you suck so hard? Well... lots of reasons... you replace the whimsy of Dr. Who with your special brand of trying-too-hard edginess, and think you can substitute a bunch of vaguely defined, annoying, and morally grey to the point of ridiculous pseudocharacters for the most beloved individual in British TV history. YOU SUCK.