Okay, I am officially tired of being in an airport.
Natter 70: Hookers and Blow
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.
I am tired of being in a laundromat, but so far it's not official.
I'm sitting here with my now month-plus eyetwitch, trying to forget I'm in the mission office crosshairs for the next month or so (not in a shoot-to-kill, just demanding and needing to be ready to jump) and Devi steps up on my hip and lets out a demanding cry that scares the shit out of high-strung-right-now me.
...she just wanted attention.
ZEN is totally a word in Scrabble!
No, sadly, that's all I have to add to the conversations. I foolishly read the comments somewhere on Obama's speech and now I'm in a teeth-gnashing incoherent state of outrage and despair. So, yeah, pretty much status quo, lately. At least MY eyelid isn't twitching anymore. That hasn't happened since I stopped going in to the office.
Last night's Revenge was good, although a bit of a weird episode to do so late in the season.
I see what you mean. But I wouldn't have wanted them to break up the narrative flow they had going earlier, either, so I can kind of see how it got pushed to now, too.
I will not play scrabble with buffistas. Last time, there was a gun in the house!
And yet, we all survived.
That's our story, anyway.
IF THAT IS YOUR REAL NAME
I will not play scrabble with buffistas. Last time, there was a gun in the house!
Technically, I think that calls for not playing Scrabble with Chekhov.