It's Very Late...
Even for me. 3:30 a.m. isn't my ideal time to get home from work.
At 3:30 a.m., when you're still wound up from being at work, there isn't much on TV to watch. A lot of infomercial, a lot of religious programming, and reruns of last week's late night talk shows.
One thought, as I watch a rerun of last Wednesday's Late Night with Conan O'Brien: Does anyone else in this world find Brendan Fraser to be as adorable as I think he is? This isn't just the Mountain Dew talking here, either.
By the way, I just spell-checked this entry to see how to spell "infomercial," and I discovered that the blogger spell-checker doesn't like "a.m." It kept suggesting "ahoy" instead.
It's now 3:42 ahoy. nightie-night.
Even for me. 3:30 a.m. isn't my ideal time to get home from work.
At 3:30 a.m., when you're still wound up from being at work, there isn't much on TV to watch. A lot of infomercial, a lot of religious programming, and reruns of last week's late night talk shows.
One thought, as I watch a rerun of last Wednesday's Late Night with Conan O'Brien: Does anyone else in this world find Brendan Fraser to be as adorable as I think he is? This isn't just the Mountain Dew talking here, either.
By the way, I just spell-checked this entry to see how to spell "infomercial," and I discovered that the blogger spell-checker doesn't like "a.m." It kept suggesting "ahoy" instead.
It's now 3:42 ahoy. nightie-night.
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