So yeah. Nothing to see here. 4000 something posts and it's time for me to grow up. Or something. (Check out this though.)

Goddamnit. I don't really like making fun of stupid people, it's not thier fault they're idiots, but damn sometimes do they make it difficult not to.

I think I slept last night. I distinctly remember a period where I don't remember anything. But maybe that's because when you're lying in bed trying to sleep every moment seems the same. Today's going to be 'interesting'.

Why the Christ am I still awake? Tomorrow is the day of hell and I need to be prepared! Awake! Well hydrated! Well fed! And not hung over even slightly!
Oh fuck...

Bob Harris singing 'More Than This' has gotta be one of my greatest film moments ever. He's singing and Charlotte is just looking at him and they're both confused but not at the same time. Watch it and I'm just 'damn that's damn'. Damn. It's so good it's rendered me inarticulate.

For all the bitching I do I gotta admit my life is pretty damned good. I'm sitting here drinking honey porter, doing an assignment and looking at Scarlett Johansson's butt in the opening credits of Lost in Translation. I'm sure I'll get to the rest of the movie eventually. In a little while. I've gotta get this work done, see?

You better believe Stephen King is coming for you.

I've just been indirectly informed by Cat that my sleep has been stolen. Where could it be? And who could be dastardly enough to do such a deed? I don't know but my search for the culprits shall begin in my bed.
Night.