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I got slightly less than five hours sleep last night (which means I woke up around 11am, for those counting), and I just set my alarm for 5:45am. Am I stupid? Maybe, but you smell funny.

I set my alarm so early for one reason: At 6:00am our time (8:00am PST), SpaceShipOne is scheduled to ignite its rocket in an attempt to win the ANSARI X Prize and further secure SS1’s position in the history books. The X Prize website has a live webcast set up, and I plan to watch. I haven’t heard if Mike Melvill is flying this time too, but I sorta hope so. He seems like a really nice guy, and he deserves that honor. Plus, his name is pretty easy to remember.

I was up so late last night because I was watching movies with Alicia. First, we watched Real Genius, because she’d never seen it and such things simply aren’t acceptable. Then we watched Love Actually cause ~I’d~ never seen it and she felt I needed to. I ended up liking it, even though it was sad in parts, so that’s cool. British humor (well, humour) rules because they’re so damn ~witty~ all the time.

Then we watched a couple infomercials. Ron Popeil was trying to sell us something like a hundred knives for twelve bucks. I decided that the knives really aren’t all that sharp; Ron Popeil simply has superhuman strength. That man could probably power a spork through a foot of concrete if he thought he could sell it to me for a profit. Maybe he’s a cyborg or something. Hrm. I would like to say for the record that I, for one, have always been a huge fan of RONCO, our new robotic overlord.

After RONCO relinquished the airwaves, we watched Mortal Kombat: Annihilation. It wasn’t anywhere near as good as the first Mortal Kombat movie, which is something like saying “now this here is the really nasty flesh-eating virus.” Seriously, it sucked. It would have been made a lot better with Christopher Lambert still playing Rayden, and I know there’s enough Lambi-haters out there for that to be significant. :) If it were a few years older, it would have been on MST3K without a doubt. As it was, we had to ad-lib. I think it worked out okay.

After Mortal Kombat was done annihilating itself, we watched part of Contact. But it was getting sorta early, so I went home. Yawn.

My sleep-deprived mind wasn’t too mean to me today, which was nice. The only weird thing I did was try to make coffee without the coffee filter (with the coffee grounds, mind you, just no filter), and I caught myself before that became irreparable.

The bum-wound feels healed, which is good. Of course, I gave myself two head-wounds this weekend. The first was a doosey, and was witnessed by office-mate Lisa, so the rest of the office should know by tomorrow afternoon. I was seriously concerned I’d given myself a concussion, but I was starting to feel better the next day, so I didn’t worry overmuch. Suffice it to say that the story involves the same freaking coffee table that gave me my butt-wound and I still don’t feel like talking about it. :) The second head-wound wasn’t as bad. I nailed myself with the trunk door of my car pretty good in the temple and gave myself a lump.

Seriously, dude. Take a shower.