URGH.

Feel like crap. Don't want to move.

Also, the heat went off in the middle of the night, which meant that I woke up to an ice-cold apartment that only just got warm enough again for me to stop walking around swaddled in an afghan. Oh, and there's also apparently a couple of messages from that guy from last weekend on my voicemail, which I never check because it's always telemarketers and credit counselors and stuff. Which means I'll have to dig through all of that if I want to get to the messages specifically so I can call him and try to let him down gently.

In summation ... *headdesk*.

In other news, my mother's developed a fascination with House. I said, "Is he the other guy you're allowed to leave Dad for after Gil Grissom?" and she couldn't deny it. Heh.

Okay, so. The President's Day party. Gimme a minute and I'll set up the post for it. All you have to do is get an icon of whomever you're coming as and respond in character. I was going to stop at American presidents, but hell, if you want to come as another country's President or a fictional president or even some random politician I'm not picky. :)

EDIT: One of these days I really do have to go take a picture of my mom's kitten because that fucker's HUGE. I've never seen a cat that large that wasn't ripping the head off an antelope on Animal Planet.

Happy President's Day!

*enters the room and sets up a wide variety of drinks for the guests*

*orders the band to start playing something peppy*

*opens mouth to speak*

*coughs*

*sneezes*

*keels over and dies*

(Heh.)

Oh, for crying out loud.

I think I'm about to dig out my copy of Movie Magic Screenwriter.

Yeah, that's just what I need -- to go back to writing really bad scripts.

*headdesk*

(It's the anti-disaster movie that's been in my head forever. IT WON'T LEAVE. Grrr.)

Sometimes I fucking LOVE the people in charge on these shows.

( Heroes )