Mother Nature is on crack and she doesn't have the decency to share it with me.

You know what I could go for right now? Comment porn.

Okay, what I could really go for is a six-pack of Smirnoff, a hot tub, and either Jensen Ackles or Jared Padelecki to do with as I wish, but I can safely say I'm not getting that anytime soon. Or ever, unfortunately.

C'mon, write me some comment porn. I'll bat my eyelashes at you and fawn prettily. *behaves accordingly*

Look at the icon. You know you want to warp poor Tucker's fragile little mind. WARP THE KITTEN, DAMN IT.

Won't somebody pleeeeeease think of the kitten?

(Don't mind me. Three days of sunny-and-fifty and it's suddenly turned into snowing-hard-and-thirty. Yeah, I didn't need that reminder of it being January, but thanks bunches anyway. *sigh*)

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I'm watching a documentary on the Black Death. Have I mentioned how much I adore the History Channel? I love me some horrible epidemics. (That right there? That's my favorite apocalypse. Mmm-hmm.)

So I started opening files of fanfic that I started and have to finish, and I currently have seven different files open. Hmm. Is it sad that I'm totally tempted to take a layoff when I go into work tonight simply to stay home this week and finish some of this?

You know, Bush's comments about "the enemy" are a hell of a lot more amusing if you replace those words with "the boogeyman" or "the shambling undead" or something.

EDIT: Oh yeah, because I didn't say anything last night( , my thoughts on Desperate Housewives. )