I need to work on my self-control

Prioritizing has never been my strong suit, which is oh-so-evidet to me right now. It is 2:15 AM and even though I have been in a groggy stupor all day, I cannot sleep. Which is a pain in the ass at any time, but even more so when I have a specialest appointment tomorrow. But whatever. What's really bugging me is that over an hour ago, I decided to stop trying (it never works) and spend some time working on December-holiday gifts, because my timeline is all f-ed up allready and it's going to be tight. So what have I sepnt the time doing? Reading Ctrl+Alt+Del comics which I ought to know by heart because I started from the begining, am only up to June of 2004 and used to spend every weekend I spent at my dad's reading them (years ago, granted, but still).

Oh, and even working on fandom gifts is technically procrastinating, because I should be working on the assignments for my on-line class that I was given an extention on. *sigh*

( ps; icon fun )

edit 1.0 - (2:59 AM); Well fuck. In case there is anyone who reads my journal and doesn't follow xkcd (unlikely, but I didn't until a few months ago when conser told me they have a syndicate at LJ), read this. ( semi-sarcastic spoilercut )

But it doesn't, and, oddly, it cheered me up a little about my appointment tomorrow in nine hours.
edit 1.1 - (3:11 AM) I actually went to comment on the feed, because I thought it would be nice to let the artest know their work affected me. I can't though. *sigh* I keep forgetting that I can't log in and end up getting frusterated all over again.

The eternal question*

*...of every person ever to have an LJ, blog or otherwise share thoughts, opinions, or just give unsolicited commentary. Or at least I have always imagined so, otherwise I have regressed back to the insecurities I thought I'd grown out of.
Warning: this is a seemingly random question posed as 5:30 AM after not sleeping all night. There was not meant to be so much babbling here, but I just couldn't help myself, as always. Just FYI. 

Am I funny?
By that, I mean do the wry (not to mention, often very dry), light-hearted (most of the time) sarcastic comments I make provide amusement? Not just in my personal LJ/DW posts, but also in conversations, comments in other posts, and (for the one friend whom I know personally) every day conversation. [If you have no idea what I mean by that, then the answer is probably no.] Either way, please let me know. I promise I will not take offence if you don't think so, this question I need answered honestly. (It is related to something which has been suggested but is not related so I'll not go into it.)
 
Thank you in advance, guys. ^_^

my afternoon (and third post on Dec. 1st; sorry guys!)

Well, even though my city has a ridiculous cost of living, piss-poor bus system and irritating as hell garbage program, one thing that's really nice is that there are a bunch of inexpensive restaurants with good food. After my appointment, my mom and I went for lunch at a pub around the corner from the doctor who's big deal is that half of their menu is Indian (and the closest to actual Indian food as you can get in my city at that), but they also have good other food. The grilled cheese is real cheese, and not only did they let me sub my fries with the cream of mushroom soup without any extra charge, but it was a giant bowl of soup and was actually filling - it was clearly made from scratch, using real cream and fresh mushrooms - and I could only eat half of both before I was full. My mom got a chicken pot pie and salad (also no extra charge for the sub.), which would be neither hear nor there, but both our meals (and her soda) only came to $21.
 
On the health front; my second MRI came back inconclusive and the EEG I had done a few months ago was clean, but the doctor said that before I go under potentially unnecessary surgery, he's going to put me on a waiting list for a seasure clinic for a four or five day observation. I gather it'll be a while before I get in, but even though it's unlikely, he said it could potentialy be seasures that are causing everything else, including the (suspected, but all my doctors agree most likely) minor stroke I had a few months back. But I'm choosing to see the upside; no brain surgery in the near future! Weeeeeeeeeeeee!