As Promised, Hugh Laurie's acceptance speech: [link]

Very cute.

Adorable, that Hugh. And I love that he goes back to kiss his wife.

Timelies all!

So, I did 30 minutes on the treadmill yesterday.(Ok, it was at the slowest speed with no incline. It's a start) Are my legs sore this morning? Nope. I do have sore muscles near my underarms from the various attempts to hold on to the rails. Next time I'll just walk with my arms at my side...

I'm going to pop in here to brag on my very successful day, diet-wise. Not only have I not eaten anything that wasn't on my menu for the day (including the hard candies at the receptionist's desk that I normally snag as I walk by), not only have I not had a Diet Coke, and instead have had 1 1/2 liters of water (so far), but I've worked out this morning, upping my number of reps to boot, and I went for a walk at 3:00 this afternoon!! Oh, and I ordered a swimsuit so I can start doing daily laps when they open the apartment complex's pool this summer.

It doesn't sound like much when it's all written out, but for me, it's a lot! I'm feeling very proud of myself.

Now back to your regular Golden Globes discussion.

ETA: X-post with Sheryl! Good for you on the treadmill--I'm hoping I can work my way up to 30 minutes uninterrupted in a month or two. My walk was only 15 minutes, and I had to stop a few times to catch my breath. But, it is cold outside, too (20 degrees).

Congrats, Kathy! That was indeed a successful day.

Wait...I knew I knew that name. Oh dear Lord, Kate. What have you done!?

Thanks, P-C. I've had it since...early Sci-Fi Season 2 of Who. The song has now become, like, the Companion anthem, or something.

In my head, HL's thanking of Stephen Fry was totally a "who else...let's look at the table!" thing, which I find humorous.

Go DietKathy! and TreadmillSheryl!

I am incapable of taking care of myself. I give up. I can't even buy myself a latte and a macchiato (double) without trashing my car and my living room carpet.

Henceforth, I give myself over to...to...FUCK. Where is my knight in shining armour? Or at least my carpet cleaner, or perhaps an employer?

I give up. I can't even buy myself a latte and a macchiato (double) without trashing my car and my living room carpet.

Did you spill your coffee, or did you park your car in the living room again?

FCM: knight in shining armour, carpet cleaner, employer

I just watched Hugh Laurie's acceptance speech, and, gosh, if he didn't look scraggly like House, no one would believe it was him.

Robert Sean Leonard gave HL a reason to thank him? Please, Hugh, we shippers don't need more reasons.