monster, or machine?

i currently have what can only be classified as a full-body headache. it sounds like a misnomer, but i swear it's true. i blame my right contact lens. i get the distinct feeling that there will be tears before bedtime when i try to take it out.

yarr.

i skipped gate night last night, the first one i'd knowingly skipped out on in a while. part of me wanted to go, but part of me was just so flipping exhausted that i simply had to go home (restraining myself from killing the intern is tiring!). so home i went for an evening of chatter and chinese food and passing out on the couch. at least, i think i passed out on the couch. i was certainly tired enough to. but i don't really remember.

i do, however, remember being awakened in the wee hours by a ghostly music that took us several minutes to identify as coming from my ipod over in the corner--which had miraculously set itself to play texas' 'guitar song' at an extremely high volume starting at whatever godawful hour it was, so that the tiny headphones might be enough to rouse us. after i'd turned it off, we determined that the 'i' in 'ipod' clearly meant 'intelligent monsters who want to eat your face. i mean, machines that want to eat your face. yeah.'

i had trouble getting back to sleep after that.