Migraines Make You Dum

So here I sit with my migraine and exhaustion. I can't sleep so my entertainment is relegated to watching Sunday late night television. For awhile there it was all CSI Miami, Without A Trace and Cold Case. I was in crime show heaven. Now it's Criminal Minds and N3mbers. I'm not really a fan of the latter though I do enjoy looking at Rob Morrow.

I watched the "Secrets and Lies" episode of Criminal Minds. It was eh. I called it on the mole but that's not the point. And people? I know you're wondering just what the hell IS the point? I don't know. All I know is that I got a bug in my craw and just had to look for title of the episode (my crappy converter box doesn't tell me the title, bastard box*). I get all excited and find the episode title and summary and realize something.

I have no idea what the hell I wanted to know about that episode or who was in it. Not a single blip in my brain while I was staring at the monitor.

4am. That's when I'll sit straight up in bed and remember.

Last time something like that happened, I woke up from a dream and sent myself this text (so I would remember):

Zoo w ash, jennit, weird marmaduke got loose, loling at not remembering name of samantha woman on tv, kid stroller into tree

See what I mean? Damn it all.

* my inner 11 yr old boy is giggling now. bastard box. :::snort:::

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