My brain isn't working right yet.
So, I woke up to the news that yesterday, a gasoline tanker in MD dove off an overpass and exploded. The accident was so bad that no one's really sure how many people have died in it, but speculation runs 4-6. The whole thing seemed very Final Destination to me, almost too surreal and grotesque to be real.
My head hurts, and I still have to do laundry. Two loads. No quarter machines. I have to go to the bookstore for them. Which means I'll be tempted by the espresso bar.
Alright. Food. New Angel tonight if it doesn't get *knocks on wood* pre-empted by basketball. Maryland sucks like that.
And I might see if my poetry teacher is in, so I can get my portfolio back. I got an A on it, according to my gradesheet. And a B in both Science and Grammar. Considering I was expecting both to duly kick my ass, I did a dance of joy. And I got an A+ in martial arts. Fuck with me at your own expense, suckas.
Ow. My head.
ETA:
obsessedmuch, after seeing the Our Mrs. Reynolds deleted scene, your Special Hell OTP makes a mite more sense. Whoa.
My head hurts, and I still have to do laundry. Two loads. No quarter machines. I have to go to the bookstore for them. Which means I'll be tempted by the espresso bar.
Alright. Food. New Angel tonight if it doesn't get *knocks on wood* pre-empted by basketball. Maryland sucks like that.
And I might see if my poetry teacher is in, so I can get my portfolio back. I got an A on it, according to my gradesheet. And a B in both Science and Grammar. Considering I was expecting both to duly kick my ass, I did a dance of joy. And I got an A+ in martial arts. Fuck with me at your own expense, suckas.
Ow. My head.
ETA:
obsessedmuch, after seeing the Our Mrs. Reynolds deleted scene, your Special Hell OTP makes a mite more sense. Whoa.