I am so fucking grumpy today. I did stop staring down the rude woman in front of me in line at the pharmacy when I realised she was trans (because it just made things...complicated...) but it's not like that made her any less rude.

Stuff was just inconvenient and in my way and grr.

I've been grumpy for days, but my friend convinced me to go for a drink at our local sports hotel bar, and it was good! Reasonably fun and low-key. Although as we were getting up, some guys sat next to us who probably would have been fun, but we were already leaving. I'm really glad I don't have an NCAA bracket right now, I tell you what.

My brain clearly thinks I'm in whatever book I'm reading. I'm on the second Hunger Games book, and not only am I getting hungry at ever description of food (and there are TONS of them), but I was just playing with my hair, and I realized I put it into a braid like Katniss always wears. (I have also, many times, been startled by the existence of electricity after reading Emily of New Moon, where there's a big deal made over the fact that their house is lit by candles rather than gas.)

Yunjin Kim cast in ABC's Mistresses. I imagine that is a US remake of the British original - but I don't know.

My brain clearly thinks I'm in whatever book I'm reading.

Oh, yes. I identify too much with books and shows I get into. But it usually translates into me getting into habits like not standing directly in front on my front door while I unlock it and trying to use neurolinguistic programming on random people. And I carry my grandpa's pocketknife and a bottle opener in my bag (along with several lipglosses) as potential weapons. And ya know, to open bottles.

I am very popular at parties. People think I'm an alcoholic or (if I explain why I carry a bottle opener) they think I'm crazy!! AIFG!

Wow -- I am going to be a really weird old person. I feel sorry for anyone who has to take care of me if I ever get shoved in a nursing home. I'll be a flight risk; they'll have to chip me.

(Although I can pop crappy locks with a bobby pin or credit card, I would LOVE to learn how to pick locks. Not for CRIME; just....to know.)

I want to learn how to pick locks so I can have even more longing thoughts about Sam Winchester's hands.

Because my life needs that.

Unfortunately my grump won't be abated by drinks, even if they were an immediate option. I don't have the spoons.

And the LA marathon is Sunday. AGAIN. Why do people keep running? Between me and the hospital? This means the ride home will involve the freeway and cost 3x the normal amount.

See? I'm pre-grumping. More than 24 hours ahead. I can't snap out. Not even Show tonight and masses of great fic is having a lasting effect. I just want to pic fights with people. Well, people who don't have a bigger current fight going with society.

And the LA marathon is Sunday. AGAIN. Why do people keep running? Between me and the hospital? This means the ride home will involve the freeway and cost 3x the normal amount.

Go early? You're going to be screwed by the rain, too.

Go early? You're going to be screwed by the rain, too.

I need to be answering the phone for potential problems at 12:30 Sunday morning. An alternative would be to go tonight, but after the week I just had (worked from home 4 days, sick 1) I can't risk putting too much time between first day of the work week and my visit, unfortunately.

And, theoretically, if I need to be housebound, Sunday is the day to not be able to drive, but unfortunately I can't really bargain on getting home much before 8.

I love the outrage on Jezebel about how they're muckraking, and they should be above "this sort of stuff" (where stuff=reporting the Invisible Children guy was drunk, when it's now reported to be 'exhaustion', or Bobbi Kristina marrying her 'brother' who's not actually related by law or blood). Suddenly everyone is new there.

And the gawker front page is all Invisible Children all the time, including reposting comments on their own posts. Those I'm not bothering clicking on, even for the frothy entertainment. They can't possibly be as betrayed as the Jezzies.

Re: being too much in the book you're reading - I'm working my way through Margaret Atwood's "The Blind Assassin" in slow moments on set. I find myself mentally describing the food, scene, fellow extras in a languid yet acid inner voice.

Heh. Reading "Fifty Shades of Grey" led to no change in my habits, except perhaps extra vigorous editing at work this week.