Nightmares on the couch

Woke up on my sofa at 4 in the morning with these thoughts:

• What the hell do you call someone who falls asleep on the sofa all the time? There's got to be a word created for that already, right?
• I left my reverse cycle AC on again all night. My next electricity bill is on a A3 piece of paper to accommodate the usage graph for the last billing period.
• My last three ex's are all busy fucking their husbands/boyfriend right this very minute...
• One of the BF/Husband is going to the airport. I hope he has a flat tire and has to change it next to the highway and then he gets SWIPED by an 18 wheeler. This was spontaneously wished for. Is that bad?
• On the other hand, i just realised I've started a blog and its becoming my confessional/journal but I'm spending WAYYYY too much time with it if I'm blogging at 6AM. Also, which came first, the fact that i have no life so i blog, or that i blog to encourage me to get a life to talk about?
• I should get up now and have coffee and exercise but mornings are such a downer at the moment. Bad thoughts steal into your head when you're half awake. Like, what the FUCK am i doing?
• I would be such a catch if i was only a little more skinny. No rich. No wait, famous. No, hang on. Skinny.
• Life is not fair and full of unresolved crap.
• I'm horny.