Dear True Blood:

( FUCK YOU. )

Dear True Blood:

( from three weeks ago )

I need to do homework tomorrow, I told Sandy I would go to Tomatofest with her, and I want to catch up on True Blood... I need more hours in the day, I think. But now I need to sleep.

Bidding on my podfic is up to $30. That means even if the bidding ended tomorrow, I'd still be making $75 for the cause, and I hope that the bidding will go up further in the next few days! I'm so fucking stoked, people actually think my reading is worth that much! I would entirely freak right out if it went up to $50, because $10 per 1000 words just would be a fantastic ratio to achieve.

( a bit of True Blood chatter: I Smell a Rat )

Now, I made it up to the middle of episode 5 of Doctor Who before the file refused to work, so I'm going to finish watching that and then go to bed semi-early. I took my sleeping pill at 7 so it should be kicking in right around the time I finish watching it. (Fucking Lunesta, it takes four or five hours to actually work. I'm saving my last Ambien for Thursday night so I can actually wake up for my Friday morning classes.)

Only one thing to say:

( oh no )

You need to see this macro of last night's True Blood:

( because it's the best crossover ever )

Yes or MOTHERFUCKING YES?