Don't mind my rambling. I'm overworked and out of my mind.

So. Not only do I still feel nauseous, I'm twice as fried stress-wise as I was yesterday. Woohoo. *sarcastically whirls finger in the air* And jeez, do I have a headache. This place is about as helpful to my mental and physical health as a tank dropped onto my head from 35,000 feet up.

I'm seriously thinking about going out tomorrow to a Hair Cuttery or something and getting a real haircut for the first time since I moved down here. Yes, I know it's been a whole year since I moved, and no, I don't care. I love getting my hair done, so that should be nice and relaxing. It'll mean leaving early if I want to get it done before I go to the movies ... whatever the hell I end up going to see -- what's easily mockable that I haven't seen yet? I'm halfway tempted to just skip the movies and review "Armageddon," which is just about as easily mockable as you can get. (Not to mention "The Poseidon Adventure" ... oh, no, I don't. I already have enough to work on this weekend, thank you very much. One review is quite enough fun.)

So, let's see ... what I have to do this weekend --

-- Crank out another chapter of Dead Men.
-- Work on my XMM ficathon story.
-- Write another review.
-- Set down the idea for the Terminator/Buffy crossover I got a plotbunny for today on the bus. (Yes, Terminator/Buffy futurefic. Sue me.)
-- Figure out why 90% of my weekend is always spent writing stuff. Save five seconds and write more fanfic.
-- Maybe get a haircut. Maybe.
-- Throw up, eventually.
-- Drill a hole in my skull to release the foul demons therein.
-- Do something about that Neanderthal medical knowledge I've suddenly acquired.
-- Win the VA lottery.
-- Become a god.
-- Remember my name.
-- Teach puppies to juggle.
-- Learn how to juggling already-juggling puppies.
-- Call in the proper authorities to arrest that homicidal penguin who's been stalking me.
-- Take my anti-hallucinogenic medication.

*snerk*

I'm listening to Ron and Fez on the radio, and they just asked a question that totally made me giggle.

What movie would they be showing in your Hell?

If I went to Hell, and they shoved me into the movie theater, House of 1000 Corpses would be playing on a continuous loop. And just for good measure, Kenneth Turan from the LA Times would sit next to me and talk about film, and I'd have to agree with every bloody thing he said.

I'd go nuts in less than ten minutes. Five if I had to share my popcorn with the moron.

EDIT: Ooo, and like Ron just said ... Pay It Forward. Damn, did that movie make me want to bash my head in with a plank of wood. The good part was, I could have used Haley Joel Osment's performance.

SON OF EDIT: Ron and Fez are interviewing a guy from Move Ahead America about their attempts to get American theaters not to show "Fahrenheit 9/11". I'll give him credit ... when he's not getting really into his points (when he starts to ramble a bit condescendingly), he's making a good argument for his side.

NAUGHTY MISTRESS OF EDIT: Okay, he really needs to make blaming Michael Moore for everything ever, 'cause otherwise his argument's not bad.