I knew it'd come up again and bite me in the ass, and boy, it did!

I'm talking about my inability to keep my eyes entirely open once there's a seminar, a meeting or something equally thrilling. And no, it's still not because I get too little sleep. Had the same thing happening to me before I ever fell for slash and therefore drastically cut down on the hours I actually sleep at night. As opposed to a) reading fanfic, b) reading my e-mails, c) answering my e-mails and d) writing fanfic. Uh, and forgot e) watching various series on VCD or tape.
Anyway -- what did I want to say? Oh, yeah, eyes. Falling closed. Me, trying my best to look alert instead of on the verge of dropping bonelessly from my chair, apparently asleep. Gah!

Had no chance but to bite the bullet and tell my boss that I've had this problem for quite some time now, and that it most likely has to do with my blood pressure which is simply too low. And that I don't intend to take any medicine against it.
Well, now I have the address of my gym instructor's doctor (the woman has the same problem I have, and swears that it can be overcome quite easily by taking a homoeopathic drug called "Kräuterblutsaft"), and won't be able to get around making an appointment. Great. But my boss told me clearly that he couldn't justify sending me to W. if I gave the whole office a bad name by appearing to fall asleep in the middle of a conference. Grrrr. It only happens when the air's bad, it's too warm in the room and someone drones on and on and on... <sigh>

Hate it. Hate it. Hate it.

On a funnier note, I didn't get enough sleep last weekend because I became totally engrossed in, above all, Stargate slash. Jack/Daniel. Eeewww! I don't even like the series. Or the pairing. I dearly loved the movie and now can't see anyone filling Kurt Russell's and James Spader's shoes. Most especially not MacGyver! <shudders> But it..it has something. Still haven't found out what exactly, though.

Can anyone pleeeease tell me why the heck I'm still looking for it?! Like, at five o'clock in the morning last Sunday? Yeah, I know I'm insane. Thank you very much. My parents still tell me often enough when they stumble into the living room during what they consider the middle of the night and find me still awake. Yay.

I guess my problem with Richard Dean Anderson as Jack O'Neill is a) he represents another face, another series, and both for me permanently, but most of all, b) he looks far too old for the job. Heck, SG-1 is supposed to be the very best of all Stargate teams. Men like for example pilots or members of anti-crime units like GSG-9 are forced to retire well before they reach the magical 4-0. Jack (or rather: RDA) is what? 52 right now? (thank God for the IMDB) and looks even older. The whole 'my knees are shot' thing isn't that far from the truth, I fear. And someone like that would be a liability in SG's best team, the US government's pride and joy. Heh. But then, perhaps I'm just still pissed that they turned the whole movie concept on its ass and made Jack lose his wife again -- just in another way. Divorce. Argh. After all he went through to find back to her again, not only in body, but most of all in soul after the trauma of his son's death.

And no, moonlight_spike, please don't hit me!!! <g>

I know you love SG-1 dearly, and yes, I'll shut up right now! And hey, I do know that Kurt Russell's only younger by about a year. Eeeep.

Ahem. Me quiet now. Really.