C'mon, body, stay with me here.

[apocalypsos]

So I swore I would finish sending out apocalyptothon assignments tonight and damn straight I will, but since I've been doing it for the past two hours and double-checking every email like crazy before it goes out just to make sure everything's right (Hi, we haven't met ... I'm Self-Stress-Inducing Barbie!), my body has now decided that it wants a couple of Arrested Development episodes, some Smirnoff, and Jensen Ackles to come to my house and massage my shoulders.

Well, I can fulfill two of those requests, at least.

It's midnight and my office window is still open. And it's warm enough for me to leave it open. Have I mentioned lately how much I love warmth? Warmth is awesome. I say we keep it around for at least six more months.

Comments

[budclare.livejournal.com]

There should be celebrity lookalikes who give massages. On second thought, no, because getting a massage from a guy who looks like David Tennant would make my head explode.

[jira-rd.livejournal.com]

Mmm, I'd want a Hugh Laurie lookalike.

[pushingyouaway.livejournal.com]

i heart warmth as well

*gives you cookies*

[random-serious.livejournal.com]

Warmth yes, hot no. (Global warming sucks: the weather pattern have been wacky. And I have a bad feeling the summer is gonna be hot hot hot.)