On Saturday, it was nearly 80F and I walked around town with MA in a tank top, showing her my college building and our pathetic bazaar.
Today it snowed again.
FUCK.
Also suffering media poisoning, as we watched new Castle, a bunch of Red Dwarf, and the two most recent episodes of Dollhouse. So for some reason I'm hearing all of LJ narrated by Dave Lister and I occasionally by reflex pull my arms up to shield my torso from
Alan Tudyk, in case he has a scalpel. In fact, last night it took a couple of minutes after the end of the episode for me to be able to put them down at all.
WRONG, WRONG, BUCKETS OF WRONG. I WANT THE NEXT EPISODE OF THIS WRONGNESS NOW PLEASE.
(Also, I feel I'm far too attracted to Rimmer. I know he didn't age particularly well, but good god, those early episodes with the short shorts...yes, please.)