It’s 3:45 and I can’t sleep. I have a crazy head cold, so I took some baby-gestating-approved Sudafed to try and get some relief. But Sudafed always affects me this way– it works great for the cold but then I just cannot sleep and so I am exhausted but awake.

Anywho.

There’s not much on at this time in the morning.

I’ve got on some show called “Whale Wars.” The tag line for the show is “Whale Wars: Some things are worth dying for.” Have you seen this shit? I mean, I love me some preeetty whales and all, but this is INSANE. I just watched two “Sea Shepherds” board a Japanese whaling ship, speaking no Japanese, trying to disable their harpoon.

The way they just swung on to that ship…

It reminded me of something…

whale-pirates

Seriously, though. It reminds me of a line from an old Indigo Girls song I love…

“There must be a thousand things you would die for, I can hardly think of two.”

I would die for my kids… aaaaaand that’s about it.

I do love the planet, and the animals, and all that crap. But I’m sure as hell not going to fling myself on a full-speed whaling ship full of heavily armed folks whose language I can’t speak to save a damn whale. It’s little thing I like to call… common sense?

I dunno. I guess I applaud their passion.

What are you passionate about?

(Right now I am feeling fairly passionate about getting some sleep. Don’t Sudafed and Photoshop, people. You heard it here first.)