Engage

Usually, I get a small sense of satisfaction from complaining about my sleepless nights with the baby. I think it's the cathartic effect and the sympathy I get from people. But today I am so exhausted and desperate and hopeless that if I start to think about it, I'm going to cry. So I'll just get started on my 23rd cup of coffee and try to think about something else.

J and I were being such geeks on the way to work this morning. He was quizzing me on plot points from Star Trek: The Next Generation, and I was actually getting the answers right. And, mind you, these were questions from episodes I last saw about 10 years ago. I'm such a dork. But, then again, there are all these kids on campus here who go to those comic conventions dressed as anime characters and such, and I don't do that, so I must not be topping out on the spaz scale just yet. Enjoying an occasional episode of Farscape isn't as bad as pretending you're a thong-wearing blue fairy with pink hair, right? Right?