Am watching the SVU marathon ...

... and am once again reminded that as much as I love my entire family, I'd like to rent them out to other people, since their response to "I'm getting a sex-change operation!" or "I'm marrying someone of the same sex!" would be a group shrug and a resounding, "Okay. Want me to bring a keg to the party?"

OH HOLY CRAP.

I just walked up to my parents's house and back again.

Now you have to understand something first. My hometown is on a hill. The hill is on a forty-five degree slope on average. Sometimes it's fairly flat, sometimes it's practically straight up and down. I live on the bottom of the hill, they live seven or eight blocks up near the top. Basically, walking up the hill when you've just started working out again is like begging for a coronary.

However, there is a less steep way. It requires me to walk into the next town over, through a housing development, through another wee town, through the local high school's grounds, and a few blocks over to my parents's house. And then if I want to get home it's me running helplessly down to my apartment because once you start jogging down the hill, you don't stop.

That was pretty much a spontaneous four-mile walk.

Oh, my God, so tired. But I'm still in one piece, so that's a good thing.

EDIT: I just found an ad for a shipping clerk job that pays eighteen bucks an hour with overtime for doing basically exactly what I did at DHL. OMG. *can't send out resume fast enough*

Now how do I get this stupid grin off my face?

I've had the Hawaiian music station on AOL radio on my computer for the last ten minutes.

It's a crime against nature that simply listening to Hawaiian music isn't enough to make a strawberry daiquiri magically appear in my hand. Yes, even if you're the one listening to it and not me.

WOOHOO!

Aftermath: Population Zero on National Geographic right now!

SCORE. \o/

EDIT: Heeeee. I believe they're currently showing the Cute Overload portion of the apocalypse. :)