Seriously, was Alias awesome like this before I started watching it? Because I don't remember it being this awesome last season or whenever that was I started.
'Sleeper'
Natter .44 Magnum: Do You Feel Chatty, Punk?
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
SERIOUSLY?!? Kickass.
I'm watching GG, Luke went wakko, good lord.
know what I want? pie.
know what I want? pie.
Are you a good little kitten who's found her mitten?
I'm a cranky tired woman who wants sugar. similar?
I'm a cranky tired woman who wants sugar. similar?
I think so. Will pie make you happy as a kitten?
I watched Bones. Which may have been inadvisable, given the topic.
Hope isn't a thing with feathers. Hope is a bitch. You have it, then you don't and the lack is a crushing cruel thing.
I'm really exhausted by this rollercoaster. I had 5 hours today of zen. Then it fell apart. I hate my brain for that. I hate that I'm prone to expect the worst and plan out the details and contingencies, and then to be derailed by hope. And then for that to fail. AHRG.
And I really want peanut butter, but I'm tired of the painful zits.
And I really wish someone would fix that cat who is in heat outside because the cries of the males are killing me. I know it is biology, but the cries are horrid when I'm dealing with a miserable cat, even at a distance (5 miles. I hope he's sleeping.)
I am sure he is sleeping and having happy cat dreams. The vet folks love him dearly and will keep him comfortable and well cared for.
I am sorry you are rollercoastering.
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Note number 13, "Snakes on a Jayne." Should maybe be called "Snakes on a shirtless Jayne."
x-post with Firefly.
If nothing else, I know the staff adores him. They don't recognize MY name, but when I say Mister Kitty, there are immediate coos and other sounds of pleased recognition.
I'm in a relatively zen space now. Mostly. Sort of in between or I wouldn't be posting. Kinda had the last rollercoaster down on the phone with my mom, who gets how absolutely insane I am about my pets. I realize a lot don't really get it. Which makes it hard to explain why I had to close my office door today.
She didn't freak when I basically passed out when Sky was killed in front of the house when I was 9. She's not going to freak out when I sob out stuff and blow my nose while on the phone.
It's so weird, I felt so stupid for it for those hours this afternoon. And then it slammed back with a vengeance and I can't distance myself.