Winter is Coming

Sorry for being MIA lately. I had the misfortune of someone convincing me to watch the pilot of Game of Thrones. I believe it was Wednesday or Thursday of last week. I'm now caught up. Yep...30 hours of TV in just three or four days. I have insomnia, so watching it was the easy part. The hard part is shaking this uncontrollable habit of speaking with a British tongue and medieval speech. Blame it on the sleep deprivation. I was talking to someone who looked frustrated and (I'm not making this up) I said, "You wear the mark of despair. What ails you?"

It's still not as bad as when I first got caught up on Lost. I started watching it while season 3 was showing. I bought two seasons on iTunes and watched them both on the tiny old iPod video screen over the course of the weekend. This was back when I used to work in a call center. I fell asleep at my desk for what couldn't have been longer than two seconds. It was still enough time for me to have a full dream of being chased through the island by the smoke monster, and to jump up out of my chair (in reality) just as a beep went through my ear signalling a new call coming through. My cube mates just stared at me. I finished my call and left early for the rest of the day.

The beauty of binge watching is that you get to skip the suspense. After watching The Red Wedding on Game of Thrones...I kinda wish I had a week to digest that episode. I won't spoil it for anyone who hasn't seen it yet. It's a courtesy that I'm thankful was granted to me. I kept hearing about it, but, like the big reveal for The Sixth Sense or Fight Club, one of those things that is so much better if you experience it without a heads up. It's been a few hours and I still can't believe I saw what I did. My pupils are forever dilated.

So anyway, I have nothing really to write about today. I'm going to work on dumping this accent and try to catch up on some sleep. As of 10:01PM, however, my daughter is singing "I'm bringing sexy back. Them other penguins don't know how to act" at the top of her lungs. Up until I realized she was singing the Happy Feet Two version, I was looking for a belt powerful enough to alter her trajectory away from clear heels. All is well, but I can't sleep until she does.