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Actually, I woke up properly around noon or so. Still - I haven't slept in until noon in ages. It was weird - most of the day is gone! *grumbles*

I had a long day yesterday. Four-hour drive to Satellite Beach - I didn't drive (my mom came with me, and she wanted to drive), but it was still loooong. It was really fun though, because we took back roads (thank you, GPS!), and we avoided I-95 all together. Thank god. Saw a lot of churches and anti-abortion billboards (you've just got to love the Bible Belt, right?), and we passed a roadside stand that was selling gator jerky.

Yes, gator jerky.

I was vaguely interested. I've had gator before, and it's not all that bad. A littly gaimy, but if you get past that, it's actually kind of good.

Anywho, I digress. We drove through downtown Orlando, which was another adventure. We drove through the part of town that had a lot of quirky shops... and a lot of shops run by Chinese people. AND I SAW AN EINSTEIN BROS BAGEL PLACE. They have the best bagels in the entire world, EVAR. I haven't seen one since I lived in Ft. Lauderdale, and that was 8 years ago. You have no idea how excited I was! *bounces*

Got to Satellite Beach. Went to see the house - walked around in it, made sure all our stuff was still there. *snort*

Drove up to the mall in Vero Beach (which is an hour away), because mom had to go to a meeting there. THE MALL IS HUGE! Holy crap. It's one of those big sprawling malls that takes about an hour to drive around. My god. And it's got a movie theatre in it! An AMC 24 theatre - we walked around in there (because, you know, me and movies go together like peanut butter and celery. They totally go together!), and the theatre is huge too! Positively cavernous.

Drove back to Sat Beach. It was 10 PM. And I have a splitting headache. And then I fall asleep watching M*A*S*H (it was the ep where Hawkeye ordered ribs from Chicago to be delivered to Korea, just so you know).

Didn't wake up until around 9 or so. Fell back asleep. Woke up at noon and stayed awake. It was weird, because here they have hurricane shutters that close over the windows, and when you press the button to close them, it gets super dark in the house. I had them down, and when I finally woke up at noon, it looked like it was 2 AM. It was surreal. But awesome.

I've got a bunch of stuff that I need to do on LJ, and I need to weed out the junk in my email box, but methinks I'll do that later. Methinks I'll veg out on the couch and watch Law & Order. I still haven't really woken up. My sense of time sucks right now. *snort*

Side note: my header looks weird on this laptop. The brightness/contrast settings are different on it from my comp, and my header looks all disjointed, and the shadows are practically nonexistent. Gawd. *facepalm* It looks horrible!

Horatio will make me feel better, with his sunglasses and red hair. Maybe I can convince Gibbs to join. And then I can watch.

Yes, I like this plan a lot.

Okay, I'm not much for Twitter. I don't have one - I don't see the point in getting one, really. I have my friends on LJ, and I have my friends in real life... I don't see why I should be limited to x amount of characters when blogging. If I want to blog about what I ate for breakfast, or how I stubbed my toe, or how I squirted toothpaste in my eye (which, incidentally, did happen to me this morning, and I will get to that momentarily), I'm going to do it justice and WRITE about it, dammit! Far be it from me to rag on people who do have it - I know a lot of people on my flist have it, and it's not like I'm going to prattle on about the evils of Twitter... it's just not for me. And who knows - I may get one myself someday. I learned a long time ago to not say that I would never do something, simply because future situations may prompt me to do that specific something. So I've just learned to not worry about it! :D

Anywho, I was going through my favorites this morning on YouTube, and I found this video:



Coincidentally, I've already given a link to tejas on her own Twitter-centric post, but this is just too funny to NOT post here. *g*

Now, onto the toothpaste-in-eye saga. When I woke up this morning, I was rather... fuzzy. I didn't sleep well last night, and I was like a zombie this morning. Went to the bathroom. Grabbed my toothbrush. Grabbed the toothpaste. Twisted off plastic cap. Squeezed the tube. In my sleep-deprived state, I guess I wasn't paying attention to how the tube was angled, or how hard I was squeezing the tube. So a big glob of toothpaste shot out and it splattered all over my face, and I got some in my eye.

Toothpaste burns, just FYI.

Washed face. Glared at toothpaste. Glared at reflection. Glared at bloodshot eyes. Glared at toothpaste again. Finally got out a reasonable amount on my toothbrush. Commence brushing.

Conclusion: I hate toothpaste.

Today, our remote died. Brand new remote! We bought it only a couple months ago, and it crapped out! The light still comes on, but it won't change channels or turn off the tv. At first, I thought that I had to input the programming codes again. Annoying, but not really a big deal. Come to find out, someone had thrown away the manual. I won't mention this person my mom by name, but who the CRAP THROWS AWAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT? I even stuck it in the sidetable drawer so no one WOULD throw it away! All I could find was an old old old manual for an ancient remote that died approximately 9 years ago. Like that helps.

So I turned to my old friend Google. *pets Google*

Found the codes. Did a little victory dance. Reinputted the codes. And it still doesn't work. I tried some different codes, since these manuals give you fifty-bajillion to make sure you have one that actually works. I must have tried 10 different codes. Still doesn't work.

I know it's not the batteries, because before I even tried putting in the codes, I put in fresh batteries. No go there.

So now I am convinced that I have remote goblins who come into my house and fuck with my remotes. They use their sparkly mischievous goblin powers to screw with them.

Must compain yell at molest talk with the Goblin King about this matter. I'm sure his goblins are also stealing my underwear and moving around my keys. And possibly using up my shampoo. And writing obscene statements in the steam on my bathroom window.