some people take pills for this

Oh my god, I am so tired. Spent last night with the boy (and managed to cut my foot open in his shower -- that screams "romance", right?), which meant getting up at ass o'clock in the morning to take the train down here. Distance was not a problem for the first couple weeks, but I suspect it will be going forward. Which means yes, I'm kind of over my freak-out from the other day. Not totally, but kind of. I'm tempted to write something really cryptic, but it's ten in the morning and I don't have the patience for that.

Gmail can bite me. It opens my fannish email, but not my RL email, and I suspect it's holding some really important messages hostage. Fucking "server error".

I saw a Tom Welling CW ad in a bus stop, and was going to take a photo of it for dopplegl, but Tom's head was as big as all of me, and that was kind of scary, so I didn't. Seriously, when his eyes are as big as my fists, there's something terribly, terribly wrong.

Monday ambushes me every week. I need more caffeine, and definitely some peanut M&Ms, if I'm going to make it to 4pm. ::vending machine hunt::