Did anyone watch Reefer Madness on Showtime?

I did. Alibelle and I have both talked about it some over in Movies if you want to search, but our basic consensus was: really funny, catchy tunes, totally worth the time. Especially if you're stoned, though I'm the only one of us to test that theory, I think.

Kristen Bell is way hot in it.

Yay! I shall watch! After I catch up on the OC, and if my Netflix movies don't come, that is. I've got a tearjerker in the queue, and I'm doing laundry. I've got a strange instance of Secret Single Behavior where I sit in the middle of the living room floor, surrounded by laundry to fold, put on a sad movie, and cry and cry. It makes no sense, I know.

That sounds great, Lilty! What does making sense have to do with doing laundry?

UGH. I should never have entered the house buying process when my work schedule is so fucking inflexible. I know that things get pushed back, and fucked up, and delayed. So why did I do this when I can't really swing it at work?

Long story short, no one has been able to get their heads out of their asses to get a contractor to give an estimate on the patch & point on the foundation. Even though it was agreed that was the plan of action on SUNDAY. For a FRIDAY P&S. I fucking swear. The only way to get things done right is to do them yourself. Unfortunately, doing too much stuff is about to put me in a padded cell. But JESUS.

So, I am currently listening to a fax come through to extend the P&S to Monday. I have no idea how that will affect my work day, and I'm having an anxiety attack about it.

That behavior sounds like fun.

I have equally weird behavior. Every Saturday, I clean my room to the new episode of Joan of Arcadia. It's become tradition, since I just get annoyed and pine for last season if I don't do something while watching. The only problem? My room got hideously messy during the Joan hiatus.

I like to watch concert dvds while I clean. I should get more, so my house is cleaner.

Hugs Nora and hands her a whomping stick. Swing away, Nora. Swing away.

I'm almost never alone in my house. The concept almost seems strange now.

DamnDamnDamnDamnDamn! We just got word that one of the DH's cousin has ALS. FuckFuckFuckFuckFuck! The GOD DAMN DEATH WATCH FOR THE DH'S RELATIVES HAS GOT TO FUCKING STOP!

I don't get the place to myself all that often, at least for the whole day. It's nice.

I NEED to go to Wal-Mart, but I'm afraid my spark of productivity will burn out while I'm gone. Must. Stay. Motivated.

Anyhoodle, I'm off for a bit. Anyone want to take bets on whether a big trashcan will fit in Winifred's backseat?

Sorry to hear that Sparky