Oh, holy crap, you guys!

My brother asked me if I had any spare MP3 players lying around because he's doing data entry work and it's boring the hell out of him, so I went looking for my MP3 CD player because the only MP3 player I have that's not my Zen only holds 512 mb. Both of the CD players I found weren't working, but homigod, you guys, I found my mini-disc player! And I have no idea what's on the discs I found because I never label anything!

Oh, man, I am so going to spend the rest of the night listening to these.

Dude, up until I got my free iPod, my mini-disc player was IT. I was in unholy love with the damn thing. And it still works perfectly!

*bounces around happily*

Yawn. Come on, you know you want to.

So, theoretically, I could crack 30k tomorrow or the next day, which would be awesome. \o/

(And I may have figured out my final chapter, but don't quote me on it.)

And now for my moment of zen:

I bought a pink basketball.

\o/

Okay, pink and gray. WHATEVER.

Also, I bought it from the hottest cashier I've run into in a loooooong time. "Will there be anything else?" Yeah, can I make out with you? Pretty please?

Just now ...

I walk into the local mini-mart, pick up a two-liter of Pepsi and a SweeTart Squeeze, and walk in the register only to find my brother standing in line in front of me holding a twelve-pack of little Pepsi bottles and a bag of cheese curls.

Bryan: *lifts Pepsi and cheese curls* "WoW tonight."
Me: *lifts Pepsi and candy* "Writing tonight."
Bryan and me: *nod solemnly in understanding*

That's pretty much all we said. :)

And because it makes me happy ...

... that video of all of Christian and Oliver's kisses from Verbotene Liebe.

I think I forgot to mention this, but ...

... I finally found another computer game I would actually play. (I'd suck at it, but STILL.)

*grabbyhands*

Okay, look ...

... you know how hooked I am on Bravo's reality TV shows, right? Like, they could have America's Best Board Game Player and I'd be all, "Oh, my God, when are they showing the Operation episode?!"

I'm sort of the opposite way with VH-1's reality shows. Every once in a while I'll catch myself watching one of them and feeling so guilty because really, they suck. Even by the standards of reality TV, they blow and they blow HARD.

But have you guys seen the commercials for Viva Hollywood? Oh, man, they're looking for "the next telenovela superstar." Sweet holy crap, you guys, this is going to be AWESOME. This is exactly what VH-1 should be doing with the sort of production values they have. Oh, oh! And you know how they know they've gotten kicked out of the house? They all film a death scene, and if they show your death scene at the judging, you have to leave. That's fucking brilliant.

*bounces around the room happily*

The downside is that apparently Perez Hilton's on an episode. Ew. I'll watch that, but I'm so Febreezing my TV after that.

Well, I'm hungry, damn it.

So these are my options after I finish my chapters tonight:

1. Work on more chapters.
2. Work on my Bigbang.
3. Drop everything, go put gas in my car, and go down to Wal-Mart to buy crab legs. (Well, groceries in general, but specifically crab legs.)

What? Deadliest Catch was TAUNTING me.

Ugh.

( A few quick Top Chef comments )

Double ugh HOMIGOD.

The long version:

Okay, I've been staring at the computer screen trying to finish actual chapters all day and all my brain has wanted to do is write dialogue. I think it's because my brain has decided that now that I have a pretty decent idea of how I'm ending the novel, it now wants me to see if I can outline the whole damn thing. Which means holding off on finishing chapters to pretty much write all of the dialogue for the entire book. At this point that's something like twenty more chapters which, ARGH. And I totally could do it -- hell, I could probably do it by the time I have to go to work tomorrow, dialogue's easy -- but I haven't eaten in eight hours and I kinda want to punch Spike from Top Chef in the kidneys and even staring at pretty boys making out isn't making my shoulders stop feeling all tight and the longer I stare at my computer screen the more tempted I am to work on my Bigbang instead of my novel.

The tl;dr version:

Fuck it. I'm going to Wal-Mart for crab legs.