"Aww, no love from the Probie!"

Snerk. I don't think I can ever get enough of listening to the commentary on "Twilight" with Michael and Pauley. It makes me laugh every single time. I freakin' love them. "Listen, I rocked the plague!" Bwhaha. Funny stuff. I love commentary tracks on DVDs, they're my favorite things besides gag reels. I love the reels on Dark Angel, House, The West Wing, and my favorite, the Supernatural gag reel. Best thing ever!

Let me reiterate that I so hate love brightillusions. She is my enabler. Grr. The DiNozzo fic is eating my brain, it really truly is. It's what I think about constantly now. I seriously need people to plot with, because I have no clue where it is going and how it is going to get there. All I know is that I've created an OFC (*headdesk*) for this fic and that so scares me. Sheesh. She is perfect, though, for Tony. It's amusing my brain, that. Huh. Now, if I could just figure this stuff all out and how it's going to take him to present times. Weh?!]

Work is work this week. DM visit on Tuesday went well, so things are good there. Finally. Sigh. We've had a busy week so far, I have to say. Today was a bit hectic and I have to stay an extra hour and a half to get things stable again. Overtime for me. Whee. Didn't get to get my shopping done, though, so tomorrow it is. Still have to get Dad's last gift, something for my uncle, my mom's best friend, and my grandmother. Still need to finish the package I'm making for bookofdays, but the gift I wanted isn't going to get here in time, so I need to make do until then, so I can send it all together! Heh.

The dad and I went to lunch/dinner this afternoon. We met after I got off work and went to this awesome cafe/sandwich place right down the street from my apartment. I love this place, and my dad had never been there, so I treated and he enjoyed it.

It's freakin' cold here, and it's raining. My joints are killing me. Blasted shoulder and knees. I'm 25 with the body of an 80 year old. Geez. Not cool, man.

Bed now, I suppose. Have to be up at 3:45 am or so for work. Woo. My nails, however, are sparkly red and holiday-ish. Yippee.

My notebook calls to me. I hate the Fic of Doom. Sob. It's eating what's left of my brain cells. Make it stop?

Good night.

"Aww, no love from the Probie!"

Snerk. I don't think I can ever get enough of listening to the commentary on "Twilight" with Michael and Pauley. It makes me laugh every single time. I freakin' love them. "Listen, I rocked the plague!" Bwhaha. Funny stuff. I love commentary tracks on DVDs, they're my favorite things besides gag reels. I love the reels on Dark Angel, House, The West Wing, and my favorite, the Supernatural gag reel. Best thing ever!

Let me reiterate that I so hate love brightillusions. She is my enabler. Grr. The DiNozzo fic is eating my brain, it really truly is. It's what I think about constantly now. I seriously need people to plot with, because I have no clue where it is going and how it is going to get there. All I know is that I've created an OFC (*headdesk*) for this fic and that so scares me. Sheesh. She is perfect, though, for Tony. It's amusing my brain, that. Huh. Now, if I could just figure this stuff all out and how it's going to take him to present times. Weh?!]

Work is work this week. DM visit on Tuesday went well, so things are good there. Finally. Sigh. We've had a busy week so far, I have to say. Today was a bit hectic and I have to stay an extra hour and a half to get things stable again. Overtime for me. Whee. Didn't get to get my shopping done, though, so tomorrow it is. Still have to get Dad's last gift, something for my uncle, my mom's best friend, and my grandmother. Still need to finish the package I'm making for bookofdays, but the gift I wanted isn't going to get here in time, so I need to make do until then, so I can send it all together! Heh.

The dad and I went to lunch/dinner this afternoon. We met after I got off work and went to this awesome cafe/sandwich place right down the street from my apartment. I love this place, and my dad had never been there, so I treated and he enjoyed it.

It's freakin' cold here, and it's raining. My joints are killing me. Blasted shoulder and knees. I'm 25 with the body of an 80 year old. Geez. Not cool, man.

Bed now, I suppose. Have to be up at 3:45 am or so for work. Woo. My nails, however, are sparkly red and holiday-ish. Yippee.

My notebook calls to me. I hate the Fic of Doom. Sob. It's eating what's left of my brain cells. Make it stop?

Good night.