Randomness...

It is 1:29 AM, and I cannot sleep, so I shall subject you all to my wanton randomness...Sure, there are countless other things I could be/should be doing right now,  but who folds laundry at 1:30 in the morning? I could be studying for that notary public thing (see? Randomness...), but I just plain don't wanna....I have run out of things to read, my book is at a standstill (although if this doesn't make me feel sufficiently accomplished and sleepy, I may just dust it off and write some shitty paragraphs, anyway, just to say I did), and there is nothing, I mean NOTHING on cable, because everyone else has a life and is either still out or passed out by now. That never fails to trip me out, cable. two thousand channels, and nothing on that is worth watching, but cancel it, and you may as well be living in a cave. My husband is working (yes, on a Saturday...poor guy) and the baby is FINALLY asleep, in her bed, and has stayed that way for the past three hours! So what to do with myself and my randomly set internal clock that is still used to being smothered and elbowed by my adorable insomniac toddler right about now? Regale you all with my randomness, and put my lack of sleep to good use, that's what. But see, here's the thing about randomness...it's random. There is no point to any of this, and by the time I'm done, you will all feel cheated and demand the last five minutes of your life back. The point is, there is no point. I'm bored. I'm tired, but not sleepy. Apparently, the only people awake at this hour are either not home or really, really like soft core porn, because that's all that's on. And I need to feel like I did something, so here it is. Randomness, for your reading pleasure.