Sleepy
Watching my grandmother should not be this cute. And yet... it is. She's just... cute. Today it was my grandfather's soaps and the craziness that is this house, which was built by a madman. Considering the insanity we've had to deal with, he might have been a madman. There's a heater in the garage (which brings to mind all sorts of nefarious purposes, the old fuse box was literally an antiquate, there were electric cables under the driveway to the garage. As in inside the concrete. What. The. Hell? The whole thing feels like it's debating with itself whether to fall apart, but staying up and freaking out everyone is too much fun. Then again, it's part brick, so a tornado won't get us that easily. Just the roof. And my sanity.
I should probably be in bed. I'm just so giggly all of a sudden.
I put up a poster from the National Portrait Gallery and the woman in it is staring at me. Her eyes follow me everywhere. It's a really cool picture, but kinda freaky.
Three days until new True Blood. Dare I hope it'll be good? See? Heroes. *sigh*
I should probably be in bed. I'm just so giggly all of a sudden.
I put up a poster from the National Portrait Gallery and the woman in it is staring at me. Her eyes follow me everywhere. It's a really cool picture, but kinda freaky.
Three days until new True Blood. Dare I hope it'll be good? See? Heroes. *sigh*