When life hands you lemons, slash them with limes

OMG U GUYZ LESS THAN AN HOUR!!! *FLAPS*

I have been utterly stupid all day today, sort of blah and fuzzy-headed. Unable to even amuse myself with some sort of imaginary boy antics. THIS IS A SRS LEVEL OF BRAINDEAD 4 REALS!!!

Also, we had our office Thanksgiving Lunch thing and I ate waaaaaaay too much. Moderation, I know it not. I come home to find that my roommate has made approximately six hundred chocolate chip and bacon cookies. I'm not quite sure how to feel about this. I'll let you know when I've come to a decision. Right now I'm leaning towards this being an unholy violation of foods most precious to me.

Whatever, I don't even know. My head is full of static and nothingness. Maybe my brain is saving up all its thinking for SPN. HEY, IT'S POSSIBLE!!

This weekend has not been as relaxing as I had hoped. Today I have to go run errands and procure for us a new microwave, as the one we have has up and died on us. The tragedy in this is that I have delicious leftovers that I can't heat up for lunch before I go. *sadface*

My plans of sleeping in were thwarted yesterday by a bulldozer chopping up pavement in the parking lot across the street. The parking lot of the restaurant that provided me with nommy meatfood dinners Friday night. As you might have guessed, I felt rather conflicted about this.

I had a dream last night that someone had lent me their cassette tape of Twilight: The Musical. IDEFK, you guys. The hilarious part is that she (I don't remember who it was) came back and took it from me before I had a chance to listen to it. She was all, "Yeah, I can't go without this overnight." And then she was like, "My favorite part is when Edward is talking about how he met Bella and was like, 'You know, stalking, pining, the usual.'" Except she sang it. It's like my brain is trying to use my love of musicals against me.

Also, roommate's dad and cousin are visiting until Wednesday. Cousin is a musician, so I have been making him listen to my favorite bands/singer-songwriters. Because I'm that jerk. Let this be known! If you visit me, I will make you listen to my musics (or, if you were in our room at Wincon, you might know this already, as I made you listen to the new Lucero). He seemed to like said music, though, which is why I generally feel justified in doing this. More often than not, people leave our house converts of some band or another.

Bleh. Okay, so what I need to do is: Check my laundry, get coffee, go to the stores. At least it is sunny out today. Dear TN, thanks for that. It's why I love you, bb!