Somebody sing a lullaby, quick!*

Bah - it's 4:50AM and I can't sleep because of the stupidface Jimmy Legs.

From Seinfeld episode #146, "The Money":

KRAMER: (a little anxious) You know, after I have sex with Emily, uh, I
don't want her in the bed any more.

ELAINE: Ah.

KRAMER: Yeah, because she's throwing off my whole sleep. She's got the jimmy legs.

ELAINE: (confused) Jimmy legs?

Kramer raises one leg and judders it in the air, as illustration.

KRAMER: Jimmy leg.

ELAINE: (grasping the concept) Ohh.

KRAMER: So, uh, well, maybe I should just be honest with her, huh?

ELAINE: Tell her after sex, you just want her outta there?

KRAMER: Well, I'd say it nicely.

ELAINE: I don't think so.

KRAMER: Well, you know, I really like this girl and I, you know, I think if I could just work out this one thing...

ELAINE: (interrupting) Yeah. I gotta be honest with you Kramer. You might be more than just a coupla tweaks away from a healthy relationship.

KRAMER: Well you're not exactly zeroing in yourself, lady.

ELAINE: (pointing to the door, angry) Alright, get out.

My Requip is falling down on the job. It's a good thing I bought six seasons of the Golden Girls today ($9.99 each at f.y.e. after rebate - woo!) At least I'm not awake by myself - I have Sophie & Oliver (my kitties) and my Girls (the Golden ones.)

*But not "Thank you for being a friend ... travel down the road and back again ... your heart is true, you're a pal and a confidante ..." because that ain't working. I've heard it approximately 14 times tonight, not counting the instrumental version over the end credits.