Well, I'm awake, so that's something.

Lost to end in 2010.

Three more seasons, forty-eight more episodes. Which ... you know, good for you Lost fans for that at least, I suppose. And I'm not even being sarcastic about that, because if I still liked the show at all I'd be thrilled that I could rest assured that my show would be on for the next three years and wasn't about to get dropped from the schedule like a hot potato.

Of course this also means another three years of dealing with Lost fans who, upon hearing that I don't watch anymore, spend an hour telling me every damn thing that's happening on the fucking island to try and get me to watch again because "it's getting really good right now!"

*groans*

( Cut for the usual Lost rant. )

*****

And there's a great post about abortion and the myth of the irresponsible woman here.

I really have never been able to wrap my brain around the cognitive dissonance involved in having the attitudes of "Babies are a special miraculous gift from God!" and "Women who get knocked up should be forced to carry the babies they get pregnant with!" Which ... really? Because that first one makes babies sound great and fabulous and that second one makes them sound like a nine-month prison sentence.

Oh, thank God.

I finally got rid of the old car!

*twirls happily*

My previous car, which has been sitting behind my parents' house for about five months now, is finally, FINALLY going away. I told a guy from work that it was a completely unsellable rusted-out mess and that I'd probably see about getting a junkyard to haul it away or something and he said, "I'll give you twenty-five bucks for it." Sold! So he's going to take it away this afternoon and ... hell, I don't care what he does with it. Whack it with a baseball bat, drive it off a cliff, whatever. GONE. \o/

Apparently my dad has been threatening the cats with being sent to live at my apartment when they're bad. Great. Now I'm jail. :)

I need to write fanfic today. Hmmm.

HEEE.

My mom the big CSI nerd and Siamese cat addict owner always tells about how there was a moment in one episode where the medical examiner said that his Siamese had just had kittens and was offering them up for sale, because it's like her version of fandoms colliding. And I just caught that scene while flipping through the channels.

Also, my mom got her phone bill for last month today. My phone only had eighteen minutes on it, my mom's had a hundred, and my brother's had sixteen hundred. I've never even seen him use the damn thing. It's like he's stealth-dialing or something.

I am fully prepared for Heroes tonight. I still have cherry vodka left and I just made pizza dip. \o/

I'm probably going to write fic after the episode because, seriously, I'm dying here, and I'm all anxious because I've got to wait an hour and a half for the new episode. How the hell are we going to survive the summer? I'm going to start to think that everyone I run into with shaking hands or a nervous twitch has been deprived of their weekly Petrelli fix.

One little thing is all it takes.

( One quick Heroes comment )

I didn't even get to eat my pizza dip, I was so excited.

( Heroes, YAY! )