Well, that's ... not as much of a surprise as it should be, unfortunately.

I woke up this morning to find Eliot dead in the chinchilla cage.

I'm not as upset as I was when Emmett died. When Emmett died it came out of nowhere. Eliot's been acting weird and losing his fur and a little bit of weight for months. And there really wasn't anything I could do for him, honestly, because aside from the fact that most of it seemed stress-related -- suddenly, Mommy's gone all the time -- my family vet (who's one of the best in the area) didn't even know chinchillas were legal in Pennsylvania, so taking him there probably wouldn't have been worth it.

I'm not worried about Dexter -- he's still a little chunk, and for all that he's had a bit of fur loss knowing Eliot it was probably part of him acting all squirrelly and taking some of it out on Dex. Besides, Dex is the antisocial one. Mommy's gone and the only thing he cares about is that nobody's bugging him anymore.

Still, what a way to start the day. *sigh*

My favorite part is Muppet!Lafayette.

I blame the full moon.

For added fun after the whole finding-Eliot-dead-in-the-cage-this-morning thing, it turned out that my debit card wouldn't work all goddamn day because -- I can only presume -- last night I filled up my gas tank after work and paid with my debit and sometimes that shit just happens. UGH.

In any event, I got home at 8:10 p.m. so I decided to skip TVD until I can snag a torrent. I am, however, watching Project Runway tonight.

( Spoilers are feeding Swatch all the best doggy snacks. )

IS IT TOMORROW YET?!

... says the SPN fan who will be working tomorrow night and therefore won't be able to watch until Saturday morning. Heh.

*fidgets*

That said, seeing as how they moved those two adorable round little asses to Friday night, and seeing as I'll be working at Wegmans on Friday nights, "Friday brain" is now a thing of the past. Oh, don't get me wrong. I plan to get all analytical and fandom-happy all over the place with this season, because the spoilers I've been indulging in make me VERY happy. The phenomenon, however, will now for very obvious reasons be known as "Saturday brain." Or possibly "Saturday afternoon brain," with "Saturday morning brain" involving a lot more arm-flailing and offers to lick the various body parts of certain good-looking actors on an hour-long horror/drama/cheeseball comedy/thinly veiled gay romance on the CW. (No, no, the other hour-long horror/drama/cheeseball comedy/thinly veiled gay romance on the CW. Try to keep up.)

Anyway.

As per usual, the inevitable request for sanity and respect goes here. For this season, it goes a little something like this:

-- Please don't piss in my raisin bran if I get really excited or happy about something. I try not to do that in anyone else's LJ when it comes to fandom stuff so I'm politely asking you guys to return the favor. :)

-- Please don't bash Castiel or Lisa in my comments. I beg you. (Or anybody, really, but those two have been eliciting particularly strong hate out of fandom lately and ... well, they're sort of my woobies. I'm not even joking. There's a Lisa manifesto coming up shortly. And I seriously need to get me a Lisa icon, too, while I'm at it.)

-- Please to not be starting wanky fights in the comments of my reaction posts? We're all adults here, for Pete's sake. Let's see how good a job we can all do of avoiding snappish FW-worthy arguments about ... whatever, and stick with the sort of discussions intelligent adult SPN fans SHOULD have. Like, say, how can we possibly multiply the vast amounts of incestuous gay sexual tension on this show? Hmm, let's think.

( This is for you unapologetic spoiler whores. )

... it's almost tomorrow, right? I CAN COUNT DOWN TO NEW BOYS IN MERE HOURS, YOU GUYS. *twirls around the room*