5:45 a.m. is a REALLY early time in the morning to wake up. Really early. Sometimes I wonder how I ever made it to class in high school (Yes, I know, I missed the bus a lot, and occasionally my morning classes, but still, back in the day I woke up regularly at 5:30 or earlier).

I have been such a vegetable this week. Every night is TV night. I have to evaluate all the season premiers to see which shows I want to obsessively watch. So far, Charmed is getting a so-so, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer is a definite yes (she's going to be a high school guidance counselor!), and Smallville is a no, and Enterprise is a maybe. Tonight, West Wing and tomorrow is Friends and E.R. How sad is this? Its amazing what a TV addict I've become. But its ok, cause I usually do other things while watching t.v., such as cooking dinner, reading during the commercials (or during the show, for that matter), and playing with my wacked-out dog.

Speaking of Apache, she was weirder than usual last night. She discovered that if I am lying on my stomach reading, I'm usually close enough to the edge of the bed that she can rest her face right next to my book, and look all pathetic, and be directly in my field of view...

So, since we're taking random trains of though, I am reading Phillip Pullman's Dark Matter series. He's a British author, who wrote the series in the mid-90's as children's books (the heroine is an 11 year old girl who lives in Oxford, England). I am really enjoying it, but it would have frightened the daylights out of me as a kid -- its about spooky ground-ups and kidnappers and the supernaturual and traveling between different universes and subatomic physics. Weird.

To sum up this entry: weird books, weird dog, weird tv shows, and weird feeling waking up early.