That's it. I'm getting the cat a muzzle.

Oh, my GOD. It's very nice that the cat likes me, but I went to bed at two o'clock and I swear to God he yowled at the top of his lungs for three straight hours trying to get me to pay attention to him. And I caught the Wincon plague and wanted sleep like crazy, so needless to say, NOT HAPPY. *whimpers*

I don't know why I keep reading Lost reactions. The more I read, the happier I am that I got out of the show. The apathy that I feel reading the storylines anymore is so annoying I just ... I can't even. ARGH. "Complicated" doesn't always equal "interesting," you know what I mean? I'd feel more guilty about saying that, but every time I express my annoyance with Lost, someone always says, "You should start watching it again! It's getting really good!" And, well ... no, no it's not.

Speaking of shows that annoy the pants off me, Jericho is going to have to pull off a miracle to get me to start watching again. Like create a spinoff called "Dale the Magnificent" where Dale calls everyone on their stupidity, stomps out of town, and heads off to rule the world.

Okay, so. Hiro fic and MIT AU today, Books of Boggs work sometimes this weekend. *cracks knuckles*

Cat, meet chinchilla.

Me: *holds the cat up to the cage* Emmett, this is Otis. Otis, this is Emmett.
Emmett: *bounds over to the side of the cage and bobs up and down as if to say, "Hi! Nice to meet you!"*
Otis: *meows right in Emmett's face with his nasty rotten-teeth breath*
Emmett: *hops backwards and rubs at his nose with his paws as if to say, "Dude, toothpaste."*

*snickers*

Also, there's some sort of fashion thing in Scranton this weekend that Jay McCarroll is going to attend. I'm still trying to decide whether or not to go and be all fangirly, although my hesitation is less out of fangirl nerves and more because my car's still questionable.

*sniffles* I hate being sick when it's nice out. This sucks.

Oh, and I submitted the Halloweentown movies for Yuletide. Heh.

*dies laughing*

I'm rewatching last night's Top Chef, and you know how I said that thing about shipping Marcel and Ilan?

( Spoilers )

Boys, you are NOT HELPING.

Oh, and I know Ilan looks like Ted Allen shrunk in the wash, but you know who he reminds me even more of? Ryan on The Office, but with more smiling.

A quick word on tonight's "Office"

( Spoilers )

EDIT: *IS DEAD* ( Spoiler for SPN )

Oh, my God, Kripke, MARRY ME.

I can't even imagine how the fangirls at Wincon would have reacted to that if we'd seen that last week. *goes back to giggling*

OTHER EDIT: *dies laughing all over again* ( Another spoiler )

Non-spoilery reaction to tonight's Supernatural

I cannot even begin to describe how giddy this episode made me.

Oh, wait, I know how.

WITH SMUT.

*flails*

URGH.

Went to sleep early last night because saying that I felt like crap does not even begin to describe it. Still don't feel much better but it probably doesn't help that Otis kept randomly bursting into meows in the middle of the night. *grumbles* He really needs to knock that right the hell out when I'm trying to sleep.

I bought Peeps ghosts two days ago, I sliced open the plastic as soon as I got them home, and they STILL haven't gone stale yet. If they're still not stale by Sunday I'm writing a bitchy letter to the Peeps company. If they tried to put those preservatives in there to keep them from going stale again, I'm going to be pissed.

I was going to go to the movies today to see The Prestige, but instead I'm going to stay in, finish my smut (and start a few other plotbunnies, if I can help it), and watch Doctor Who. (Thanks, onetimeoffer! *hugs*) And while I'm at it, I should probably download Grey's Anatomy.

*settles in*