That rumble you hear...

...is me, snoring loudly.
I seem to have somehow messed up my sleeping pattern, which means that I've had about 12 hours sleep since Saturday. Me iz Zombie.
Strange though it may seem, I was completely awake, bright and bushy-tailed all Sunday and yesterday -- sick leave yesterday, because I seem to have broken my stomach -- but today fatigue is finally kicking in. So I hope to get enough sleep tonight.

Anyway, in spite of feeling like shit (bright and bushy-tailed shit, but still shit) yesterday and surviving mainly on black tea, I was able to finish my Sex and the City marathon. Imagine my surprise and delight at discovering that Mikhail Baryshnikov is starring in the last series! I'd completely forgotten. And oooooh is he dishy. I've always had a thing for Baryshnikov, and he's even more gorgeous now that he's older. In spite of being 61 already, his place in my (virtual, alas) harem is guaranteed.

A few years ago I finally found out my very own, personal male attractiveness template: very narrow lips with a very distinct Cupid's bow. Gets me every time. What about you gals? What's your irresistible bait?

Merely to illustrate Baryshnikov's gorgeousness, here's a piccie:



*swoons*