So it's like 2 in the morning, or something. And I haven't been able to sleep for like... three days despite being insanely tired. It's actually getting ridiculous. My dad noticed that I "looked tired." I must look really fucking tired. Haahaha.

Anyway. Haven't yet moved on to the usual method with which I tire myself these days (TORCHWOOD. AMAZINGNESS. BUT TV MAKES ME TIRED. AND HAVE TORCHWOOD ON THE LAPTOP. THEREFORE... INSOMNIA TIME BECOMES TORCHWOOD TIME!! YAY!!!!!) and I was lying in bed thinking about whatever the hell it is that I think about that keeps me from sleeping.

Actually, tonight it's not like my brain is being particularly noisy. It's just not being particularly tired. Some days its like I turn off the lights and the old mind is like OMFG LET'S THINK AT A MILLION MILES PER SECOND AND BLAH BLAH BLAH BLLAAAAH... not so much tonight. It's just like... meh. Being uncooperative.

ANYWAY! I was thinking about how I kind of have a fetish for horn-rimmed glasses. Which is honestly so fucking weird and nerdy that I can't even begin to unravel it but ohhh my god do I find them hot.

Also, while we're on the topic of me finding nerdy things erotic, I was watching Lazarus Experiment (DW, season 3... I think... my brain might be playing tricks on me, last time I did this I think I talked about a magical porcupine or something and had absolutely no recollection of it the next day) and there's this scene where the Doctor is just being generally awesome running around a chemistry lab and it was so damn...sexy. I find science very sexy. He might have been wearing the glasses at the time. That might have added to it.

There are other things related to horn rimmed glasses that I would talk about here but I can't talk about them because life is difficult and drama and I am paranoid and despite everything that I talk about on here this is really not something that I can have getting out to the general public. Not that there's anybody here or anything. But still. Again. Paranoia.

Actually, now that I've talked about how I won't talk about it here, I probably will. But what the hell ever. Blaaaaah.

Sleeping was nice. I would like to be friends with sleep again. But sleep is being a backstabbing ho and not paying any fucking attention to me anymore. Whatever.