Dear Diary,

Today is not sleep day. It is insomniac insanity day and diary, the hallucinations had better not involve dead people. Today is board meeting day. This is a good thing, and I am excited about it, however:

a) I am getting increasingly sleep deprived, which surely cannot do my brain power any good. On the upside, I may come up with some rather novel fundraising suggestions.

b) This, like most things, interferes with my spending all my time lying on the couch and catching up on House. On the other hand, it is much more constructive than watching House, and involves non-fictional people.

Today is also doctor day, because I am a glutton for punishment. And calling insurance day. Just my basket of fun happytime.

Btw, diary, I’ve noticed that when I google “house” it gives me the Fox House, M.D. site, then the U.S. House of Representatives, then a mix of more House and a bunch of state houses of representatives. I ask you, diary, much as I appreciate the fictional doctor/real legislature interest, what ever happened to the kind made of bricks? Is it the economy? Does google reflect our collective psychic trauma? Can anyone blame me for seeking refuge in the fictional world? Well, perhaps not refuge so much as clever retorts. One can never have too many of those.

Diary, my resolve wilts. I could be baking scones with my time as well as attending board meetings, I know, but these days it takes a pretty pressing engagement to drag me from the living room. I would spend my insomniac time watching House, only then I would never sleep (but I’d finish season three and four in no time at all). So here’s a deal – how about I go to the meeting, and we enslave a fictional character, ideally Wilson, but Captain Wentworth will do, and make them do the housekeeping and paperwork. And the doctor’s appoinments. Good? Thought so.

And so a lovely long weekend comes to an abrupt ending. Unless that fictional character shows up.