I am so not a happy camper. Yesterday I had to get up at the unnatural time of 7am to take Shasta, my rottweiler, to the vet to get spayed (she came through just fine). After dropping her off, I attempted a nap, which was thwarted by an insane guinea pig who kept rattling her water bottle, a dog, Lucky, who decided it was play time and was getting into stuff, and three cats who were using my bed to repeatedly climb up into my bedroom window in a complex revolving pattern only cats can achieve and which baffles scientists to this very day.

I thought for sure I'd be able to sleep last night since I'd slept so little the previous two or three nights. But it was not to be. Shasta, dear lovely groggy Shasta, decided to camp out on my bed and zonk, leaving me no room to lay, and I can't sleep, anyway. So, here I am at 5am, not awake enough to get anything productive accomplished, and not sleepy enough to head off into dreamland. Instead, I'm watching a Roseanne   (it reminds me of home) marathon on Nick At Nite.

Okay, I was   watching Roseanne, but I just couldn't take the Ovaltine commercials the channel kept showing anymore. If giving a child Ovaltine (the chocolate wonder drink) makes he or she as ridiculously happy and annoying as the children are in the commercials, I think it should be banned and all stock should be destroyed.

In other TV news, I sat through an entire hour of Paula Zahn Now   (now what, is what I'm wondering) on CNN yesterday waiting for them to show an interview with the wise and wonderful Dave Barry, humor columnist and leading booger expert, but they didn't show it. They made me suffer for an entire hour, but they didn't show it. They say   they're going to show it tomorrow, but I don't know if I can take watching the show again.

If it were Anderson Cooper's show on CNN, I could handle it. I love Anderson. He's the epitome of spiffy. But Paula... I just don't know if I can take it again. Is Dave Barry worth it? Okay, silly question. Dave Barry's like a humor god in my eyes, so of course I'll watch. But let it not be said I haven't suffered for my humor god.

I'm off to give sleep another shot. Farewell, friends, for I may not wake until the morrow. Or, knowing me, I'll have to go to the bathroom in an hour. Either way, have a happy day... and sleep some for me.