The cable dude still hasn't come, which means I still can't take a nap. ARGH.

So I made up for it by playing the Who at a very loud volume, then watching Woodstock. To keep myself awake. XP I also accomplished a grand feat at the end of Woodstock--instead of bursting into tears like I usually do when "Find the Cost of Freedom" scrolls past, I merely managed a squeaky wibbling noise. I FELT like bursting into tears, but Whatshisname--Karen's Nephew--was outside fooling around with Karen's laptop, and could see into the house through the glass back door. I never want anybody to think I'm anything but 180 lbs of BADASS and CHEERFUL. So I never let anybody see me display an emotion other than "happy", "crazy", or "mildly annoyed."

Also, "Move Better in the Night" is such a sexy song. *slobbers fangirlishly*

I always feel like, somehow, if I showed an emotion aside from "crazy"/"happy"/"mildly annoyed", the people around me would turn it into a running joke, as a lot of mistakes and emotional shows did in the past. I don't like being mocked. I don't mind being the butt of jokes--but I do get pissed if it includes mockery. I'm the only person allowed to mock me. :P

In other news, I watched Pete wigglin' around at Woodstock a little more closely. Good God. I wish I could move half as well as that man does. Sometimes I wonder if he pulled a Reed Richards at some point and magically got stretching powers. I think it's the only explanation as to why his arms and legs don't fly off at random when he does his windmill and high kicks and jumps and all that.