i'm a pixel here, myself

You guys, I don't want to make this into Drew's Evening Pseudopoetic Observation, but.

Today was *gorgeous*. It barely scraped 70 here, but the sun was shining, there was a breeze, and biking home felt like the absolute best thing ever. Now I've had three hours of Verdi, and am a contented and sleepy little tenor.

So work is kind of crappy today, not least of all because I have to do this self-evaluation crap (what, I'm supposed to bash myself to my boss? RIGHT.), and what should appear on my friendslist?

[Jsquared porn]

People, Nan loves me. Actually, specifically, she loves all the West Coasters from spn_live, who went totally above and beyond the call of duty last week (and I am *pissed* that I can't be there tomorrow night because of rehearsal, but y'all need to keep it up!), logging nearly *four times* the number of comments she expected.

Go read and send her love, people, because it's NAN and it's PORN and the two of them in the same sentence make life so much more enjoyable.

Did I miss a memo? Where *is* everybody tonight? My friendslist is absolutely dead.

( Idol results )

I've got to be at rehearsal for auditions again tomorrow, so I'm going to miss new Supernatural, and this grieves me terribly.