Boone's Farm + Torchwood drinking game =/= hilarity, somehow. Bad episode for it, I guess.

Lazy poll: What exactly is weird about Owen Harper's face? Because it's a weird one, there's just... Kristin says he looks either reptilian or weaselly; I've always thought it was something simian about his ears. Thoughts?

On the plus side, oh hell yes grocery shopping is done. Just in time, too, it's supposed to be EVIL out later today. Fruits and veggies ♥

The online renewal for the scripts didn't work, partially (okay entirely) because I threw away the Rx numbers when I ordered them first, revived them from the auto-complete the second time... and now they are gone. Alas. Tomorrow morning, I call the pharmacy, then.

I have Skylon! stuck in my head, but I don't want to stay up the half an hour it'll take to upload the song, so you can all wait until morning to have some Gruff Rhys in your lives. Goodnight.

It's Michael C. Hall's birthday~~ He's 37 now. If I wasn't in the middle of a fierce Torchwood run, I would watch some Six Feet Under today... huh, someone has our copy of Dexter out. Wonder where it is.

Anyway, I said I would post a song last night, and here it is!

Gruff Rhys - Skylon!

It is impossible to find lyrics to Skylon! online, so let me attempt to summarize: this is a 15-minute song about a plane hijacking, a bomb disposal expert, a love child, and the importance of getting along with whoever you end up seated by on an airplane. And it's freaking AWESOME. spincyclescream turned me on to the song, which makes sense as she's got incredible musical taste. xD

I hate snow, have I mentioned? And that's what it's doing out, with a vengeance. I have nine hours community service left to do, I need to suck it up and walk down there today anyhow... but I'll call ahead and make sure it's open. >>

....don't want to go out, I want to stay in and bake! Now that I have ingredients. And by ingredients I mean lots and lots of butter. :D

It's time for round two of the medicaid runaround! I have successfully completed the first part of the gambit: waiting 10 minutes on hold, with nothing but an every-thirty-seconds "please stay on the line" message to tell me I was still connected, to be told "oh yeah, uh, we don't do that automatically, now you need to get an end of service letter and this that the other thing before we'll undeny your account."

*hair-ripping*

Stage two: Medco tells me to call Chesterfield, and have THEM send my end-of-coverage letter. After another 10 minutes on hold. x.x

At least step three was quick: The Chesterfield person took my number down and is having someone who can help me call me back. Hooray, no being up on hold this time!

Captain Jack Harkness (the episode, not the guy) made me cry... so in retaliation, I made BIG chocolate chip cookies. I think the addition of whole-wheat pastry flour really made a difference, they're massive and delicious but a bit overfull of chocolate-- next time, maybe I'll only use 1 1/2 cups of chips instead of the full two cups.

Two more episodes, and then I can start watching Torchwood series two. :D

Never got my medication, never got a call back from Chesterfield, never left the house. Par for the course? Sure.

...I forgot about some of the cookies, and they look a little bit like hockey pucks. They still have give to them, though... someone else can eat them, I like mine a little on the raw side. >>

I want to write, but every idea I have is dull, every image is played out, and every character is running the other way...

I feel like a dirty, crumpled piece of blank paper. Wasted potential.


Seriously, I can't even write a drabble. And my only workable idea right now is High School Musical-based. I'm gonna go nip out back and shoot myself, okay?