Bob Hope-athon and 0 Sleep

Someone is creeping up and down the steps to my building at night. It sounds like the opening line of some mediocre thriller, but it's true - damn true. The cats next door work nights, so they come in at 1 AM and go to bed, then the lesbian lovers across the hall come in at around 4:30-5 AM and I don't hear from them. So I have no idea who is walking up and down my steps all night long, but I know they're there because I can both hear and feel them. I don't know if they're going in and out of an apartment up here or not, but that seems the only option - it's not like this is a big town. Hell, there's not a big town around here for 20 miles! We're out in the middle of frigging nowhere and there's nothing on any of the landings outside to steal, so my guess is it's the neighbor's crackhead-looking "girlfriends" or whatever they are... I still don't know what they're doing walking up and down the steps all night, except probably scoring more dope...

Anyway, I've been up all night long - which is why I posted so much yesterday - and then woke up at 8:15 this morning, then got back to sleep for about an hour around 11:00, and have been up since a little after noon. I look and feel like the walking dead; this has been going on all week.

Anyway, TCM has been showing Bob Hope movies all morning long, but they're about to swap into some horror fare, including Vincent Price's Diary of a Madman. Then of course, tonight is Smallville. It's a repeat, but one I haven't seen, so I'll be glued to the tube until the crackheads begin their frenetic dance. (I'd make some lame joke about Fiona Apple's dancing here, but she's my future ex-wife and I'd hate for that jab to be the final one.)

Not much to do but plot against Leo for the fair Piper Halliwell's affections until tonight...