can't sleep again, fuck my liiiiife

So apparently my body has decided that rather than the crippling 2-3 day migraines I used to get with my period, I'm now going to be dealing with insomnia. Which, OK, acceptable trade, but this staying up till 4am thing is getting ridiculous, especially when the plan for the next day is to get up at a reasonable time and head to the library to do homework. :( I am actually kinda tired, but the moment I try to actually go to sleep my brain kicks into high gear. What's worse, I'm not even thinking about one thing, it's like skipping tracks or flipping through TV channels at high speed, so I only get fragments of words and flashes of the ShamWow! guy hawking the latest whatchamacallit on late night TV.

I fell into the Covert Affairs hole today, and watched a bunch of first season eps. I love this show SO MUCH! I'm kinda iffy on Jai, because he just seems too... idk, smooth or something, and Liza, because I've never really liked any character played by Emmanuelle Vaugier, but everyone else is kinda totally awesome. ESPECIALLY ODED FEHR I HOPE HE COMES BACK SOON.

While I was watching, I started knitting a hat, because we were at the shop today, and I realized that there's no point in buying a premade hat when I can make a better one myself, so instead we went next door, and bought some yarn. Acrylic, sure, but for a quickie hat, it's perfect. So I tried a couple of cast-ons, figured out the approximate gauge I'd need, and then realized, after knitting an inch and a half of ribbing, that I didn't check the pattern to see how many stitches I'd need. But it turned out that I only needed to make one small change, and everything was fine. And then I knitted about four inches of the thing before I decided to try it on, and discovered that it was far too loose to be of any use. And then I frogged it, did some quick alterations to the pattern, and cast on again. Hopefully this time it'll actually be the right number of stitches, augh.

oh shit, bears

By which of course I mean "Sunday," because I totally forgot about Sunday Six:

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

"Maybe it's caffeine withdrawal," a voice calls out from the side. Alex turns to Titus, who's coming out from the back with a tray of freshly baked cookies. When he sets the tray on the counter, Alex gasps. There are chains wrapped around Titus' midsection, glowing red and burning their way into his skin. There is one wrapped around his neck, the skin underneath it blistered and blackened. She shakes her head and looks away, trying to ignore the cold sweat she feels herself breaking out in.

From the Antichrist Baby AU, which was going to be my Angelic Big Bang story.

Also, I'm still cold, despite having been home from the ice cold library for over three hours. And my boobs hurt. Bleah.