Tonight as I was opening the door to my stairwell a guy in a military jumpsuit was getting out of his car right out front, and I had to do a doubletake because he looked so much like a young Joe Flanigan. Please to be sending AU Young John Sheppard to this neighborhood more often.
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
At some point today, I went from leave your purse at home, Brittany levels of spaciness to I think I am getting sickHULKSMASHKILLKILLSPORKDIEDIEDIE.
It got me out of work a half hour early, but I kind of feel sorry for the cats.
I didn't mean to chase people away!
hides the spork
::pets Perkins gently ... and then runs away::
That sounds like a nice addition to the neighborhood, Matt.
I spent the day hating the universe. Now I'm home and still hating. I don't want to do anything I need to do tonight. What I want is to order an enormous pizza and consume it while watching a MythBusters marathon during which I magically will lose 10 pounds, feel as though I had an extremely refreshing nap, and discover that a kind fairy has rewritten the hot mess of a story that's due tomorrow.
Stupid scab from my coffetable incident is itching like MAD. And it's really too deep to rip off without massive bleeding and the cycle starting again. Itchitchitch.
If anyone is looking for house on Long Island with a little history.
Come the Apocalypse, it will be renamed 'Long Pig Island'.
Food probably would help me hate less. I should get on that.
I take a nap and come back to people discussing how tasty they are. What will happen when I nap again?
sarameg, I've found that Orajel stops itching.