It's a race to the finish line to see what melts first, my brain or my eyeballs.

Okay, another hour or so of apocalyptothon work, and then I'm going to bed.

And then I get to get up and go grocery shopping. *happy sigh* Dude, I've been so broke for the past couple of weeks I haven't even gotten to enjoy doing that the way I'd like. You know, it's one thing to keep yourself fed and another to wander through the grocery store going, "Pizza dip! Brand-name cereal! Seafood! MINE! Mwahahaha!" I love macaroni and cheese, even the powdered cheese kind at the dollar store, but enough's enough.

Not like I'm starving, but damn it, I want Chinese food and the good pierogies with the buffalo chicken inside 'em. And booze! I'm investing in a case of Smirnoff Grape. Now all I need to do is pick up what I need for txtequilanights's Sweet Charity request and I'm so golden.

Oh, oh! And I get to go to Panera. It's the little things that make me happy, y'all. *beams*

I'm also thinking about going to see 300 tomorrow, and for the love of all that is holy, I beg you not to tell me how much I'm going to love it. Seriously. It's not that I hate it and don't want to go or anything. I think I'm a little tired of everybody's reaction to me saying I haven't gone to see it for the past few weeks has been, "OMG, why not?! It's awesome and pretty and violent and there are nekkid bloody men in teeny loincloths!" It would probably help if maybe I stopped saying that I just haven't been interested enough in it to make it to the movie theater and started saying that thanks to my rent, car payment and car insurance I've had just enough to keep myself in gas and the essentials and I preferred eating over having Gerard Butler screaming at me.

But it doesn't matter! As of midnight my paycheck's in my checking account! Woo! *twirls*

Maybe I'll go to the bookstore, too. I feel like hanging out in Barnes and Noble for days on end and then buying something, and I am absolutely not punctuating that sentence with a pornworthy moan.

To the lady in line in front of me at Target ...

PUT YOUR FUCKING CELL PHONE DOWN.

Oh, my God, what the hell is wrong with you? You just went through an entire transaction with the cashier without acknowledging her, without even looking at her, and all so you could ramble on about your daughter's stupid gymnastics class? Just in case you were wondering, when I rolled my eyes for the cashier and said, "Boy, that's not rude at ALL," I was gesturing towards you.

I just ... I don't even get it. I can't remember who it was on ye olde friends list who was saying pretty much exactly this same thing the other day, but do you really need to use a phone ALL the damn time? I don't know -- I have a cell phone for emergencies and nothing else. I have no desire to call anybody with it. I mean, I barely call anyone on my land line, but still. My best friend at work checks her voicemail every night during our lunch break (at one in the morning, mind you) and then calls them back. And it's never anything important enough to warrant a phone call in the middle of the night. The other day she spent the entire lunch break on the phone with someone about absolutely nothing, drove us to Dunkin Donuts and back again, and the entire time she was on the phone didn't bother to acknowledge my existence at ALL.

Sometimes I feel like I was the only one raised to believe that any phone call made after nine o'clock at night had better be because you are on fire and the other person is the closest person you know with an extinguisher. There's so much about cell phone usage that's so rude and selfish I just can't even get into them. The only reason I really want one is because I'm dreadfully addicted to constant email updates, but you know what? I WAIT.

*hands in air*

*****

In less rage-inducing news, Mona and Rachel are horrible, terrible influences.

To translate, I now own Pulse and The Covenant.

Expect drunken recaps. Really, what else am I going to do with them? (I made up for it by buying the second season of Project Runway. That does count as making up for it, yes *hopeful eyes*)

Aww. *pets*

Am currently watching the "Clothes Off Your Back" episode from season two of Project Runway for the first time in forever and a day.

I almost forgot how much I love these fuckers.

*happy sigh*