Why washing my hair on a Saturday night seems like a good plan.

I didn't sleep well last night. Tossing, anxiety-filled head. I managed to be woken up by my sister at 9am calling me on my cell.

Me: "Hello?" trying to sound all perky and not at all still asleep

My Sister: "What are you doing?" blunt and to the point

Me: "I was sleeping." put-off at this point and not caring if she knew I was still asleep at 9am as I made my way back to the bed and under the covers with the phone.

My sister: "Well...blah blah blah.." and so on with her story...not at all bothered that she woke me up. No apology. I am use to this by now. In fact, I think she was rather pleased with herself. I think she makes it her goal early in the morning to wake my ass up.

Normally I would not mind, but last night I woke up about 5 times and the little sleep I did get was not defined as "deep."

So I was semi-productive today. I took a nap around 5pm. I decided about an hour ago I would just take it easy this evening and see what was on TV.

I haven't explored the many channels that I have access to now that I am a "cable person." I have a short memory. I can't be bothered and when I am presented with too many options, as in too many channels to choose from, I will choose nothing at all.

But I tried Fuse TV--and apparently there is actually a show where people compete to strip nearly naked in front of videos playing behind them. I was shocked! Not in a conservative way *shocked* mind you, as I don't care who you or how many people youwant to bare your behind to, but *shocked* that this is actually a show. The first girl up had a nice body but a "Butter Face." She was a bad dancer, and what made it worse, she was dancing to the Killers. I could watch no more. I turned it off--came upstairs to my trusty blog to enter my disdain for my viewing options. I decided I would rather pamper myself this evening by washing my hair with some shiney shampoo and turning in early with a book and some peaceful thoughts. Adieu.