Mission accomplished!

My Christmas check from my grandparents is in my checking account. My mail is sent. I have food, soda, Twilight and New Moon (HA! That should be amusing), novels to work on, an apartment to clean, a new Project Runway tonight, and three free days to myself.

I may not leave this chair FOREVER.

or for three days. shhh.

or until tomorrow, when I have money to buy knitting supplies and a job fair at a data entry place around here. no, really, SHHH.

*bounces happily around the room*

Ooo, ooo! Did I mention that as of yesterday I have personal days again? And eight vacation days? Last year I used up all of my vacation days in January so that I could slack off for a month (Bliss! Don't let anyone I work with tell you different!) but this year I'm saving them for when we have winter storms so that I don't have to drive in the freaking snow again. Of course, it would help if I would pay more goddamn attention to the weather, wouldn't it? Sigh.

Fandom broke me.

Apparently City Confidential did an episode on Robert Johnson's death.

Yeah, y'all, you know exactly what I'm thinking the entire time I'm watching this. "Where are the hellhounds? Why aren't you showing a faux!flashback to the deal with the crossroads demon? I CAN HAZ WINCHESTERS NAO?!"

Also, I need to check my Zen and see if his music's still on there. Hmm.

YAY! New PR!

( Quick slightly spoilery Project Runway reaction in two parts )