It’s almost 5am and I’m still up. I’ve realized that while I enjoy the night, it’s not just that. I enjoy the day – the morning – as well. This is a problem. For obvious reasons. Lately I’ve been staying up to watch shows on Netflix, first Veronica Mars and now Glee. Speaking of Veronica Mars… Logan Eckles has been haunting my dreams. Seriously. It’s so great to have good dreams, right? But then you wake up and it turns out you’re not actually 17 anymore. You are a fatty – maybe Milf – who stays up late watching fake-high schoolers do fake high-schooly things.
So I finished VMars. It is right up there with Buffy or Firefly. Well, okay, maybe not Firefly. But still, stuck so true. In the first season alone with have appearances from Kevin Smith and Joss Whedon. Glee really is a great show. But it’s no Veronica Mars. VMars is SUCH a good show. Then again, Glee is really just as good. It’s just a different story.
It’s morning now. It was morning when I wrote the first part as well but now I’m up for the day. I’m 33 years old with three kids. I can’t keep this up. But I love the nighttime.