Heh.

I want to see acceptance speeches again, damn it. The only thing I can find are the backstage interviews by the press corps. Kate Winslet is stunned out of her mind, Colin Farrell's endearingly profane, and Tina Fey's smart enough not to give much of an answer when they throw Sarah Palin questions at her. I want to watch Kate Winslet get her Best Actress award again, though. *pouts*

Hey, guess what? A week from now, we'll have a new president. As in, not Bush. \o/

I have accomplished nothing since Saturday, writing-wise. Way to put the brakes on the slow if steady drip of words you were gathering, dumbass. *headsmack*

I alternately want to laugh and bang my head off walls listening to these two.

The girl and guy at the next table over at Panera are talking about church. I think she's trying to convince him to go to one or something. They're very young and trendy in a bordering-on-annoying way.

About a minute ago, during a discussion of social programs at one church, I heard, "It'll be just like any other Saturday night for you. Except, you know, without the ball gags."

The mom feeding her two toddlers at the next table didn't even flinch.

Sometimes, I really love this Panera. *beams*

OH THANK FUCKING GOD.

I know I haven't posted any Luke/Noah clips in about ... oh, five million years, BUT.

Well, THAT took long enough.

I mean, YAY! See, was that so hard, CBS? (Er, pun not intended. Hee.)

I'm a responsible adult.

Which means I'm cleaning my apartment. Although that's mostly because it's distracting me from my writing because it's a mess and because I might be getting a new dryer from my cousin and I have to talk to the landlord about him coming in and swapping it out with the one that doesn't work.

Anyway, I moved the small set of bookshelves that I stuck in the living room into the office and put the chinchilla cage on top. It's the perfect size for it and I can put their supplies in the bottom.

Whatever. What this is leading up to is that doing so reminded me of having this conversation with my mom a few days ago:

Mom: "How can you even tell them apart?"
Me: "Uh, they're MY pets. Of course I can tell them apart."
Mom: "Well, I can't."
Me: "Dexter's a fatass. He's, like, twice Elliot's size. Plus, Elliot's got thinner fur and he's friendlier."
Mom: "Oh."
Me: "Wait, aren't you the one who flips out when people ask you how you can tell your cats apart?"
Mom: "Yes, but my cats aren't the same color."
Me: "You're going to seriously tell me you've never mixed up Wilson and Riley (who basically look exactly alike from the back)? Or Simon and Spencer (same thing)?"
Mom: "... yeah, but that's different."

Yeah. Okay, sure it is.