inshomnya

frequent readers know that sleep and i are like frazier and ali. we're going into round 15 tonight. i've tried sleeping pills, warm milk, physical activity, you name it. maybe it just wasn't meant to be. i'm not to be counted among those who can enjoy a good night's sleep, i guess.

but as i've said before, insomnia is not without it's upsides. take tonight for example, when i was treated to a pleasure known only to insomniacs: flipping back and forth between "starship troopers" and the A&E Biography® of St Peter.

one second i'm watching slightly censored scenes of giant bugs ripping limbs off of extremely attractive female soldiers, the next i'm learning that St. Peter is a metaphor for human fallibility. at one point, i watched Doogie Howser put his hand on a throbbing, 300 ton mess of jiggling CGI bugness, pressed the "last" button on my comcast remote, and heard the end of the part of the bible where Peter wants to set up booths for Jesus, Moses, and Elijah. does life get much sweeter than this? probably.