My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

T and I have been watching Battlestar Galactica in spurts, whenever we find time, usually late at night. There’s a pattern to our BSG viewing. We watch an episode. I fight the urge to fall asleep, riveted by the show. We finish the episode. T insists I go to sleep since I either have to get up early for a run the next morning or for work. I beg and plead and whine that I really can watch just one more episode and be fine. T caves.  We watch another episode. The urge to sleep increases exponentially and I barely manage to keep my eyes open through the second episode. I fall asleep the second it finishes and wake up the next morning exhausted and bemoaning that lost hour, wishing T was stronger in the face of my whining (because, yes, nothing is ever my fault).

Last night we watched the last two episodes and the new season doesn’t start until January 2008 (I know, WTF right?).  I’ll probably be getting more sleep as a result, but I already miss our BSG banter.