1. I can't stop eating these Trader Joe's chocolate-covered orange jelly sticks. They put nicotine and heroin in all their candies and I think someone should do something about it.
2. I'm wiped out after my work-out and I can't focus enough to write. Bgahrrr!
3. I have many unwatched things I could watch, but I don't want to watch any of them, even though I thought I did. I'm a complex individual. So to kill two birds, I've popped in an ep of Alias. Jump-start me, oh beautiful surly Vaughn!
4. There is no spoon.
5. I'm seeing Batman Begins with
anaxila and kjv31 at 5:00. {!!!!!}6. Fuck. I know I had a six. Somthing about iced tea, or rocks, or the coldness of my feet. I will probably have to revisit this post in five minutes when it comes to me.
ETA:
Jack, grimly: "Meet me in the parking garage in three minutes."
Vaughn, earnestly: "I'm out of condoms."
Jack, grimly: "Let me worry about that."
-- "Breaking Point"
Great episode.
