You'd look pissed off too if it were your name. In other news, it's rainin' and cold. Sam and I had considered going to Rocky tonight, but it's too gross out. I'm already sick, I don't need to make it worse, thank you.
So instead Sam is giving SMT: Imagine a try and I'm futzing around online, debating whether or not to make tea.
I'm half tempted to call it a night and curl up under blankies, because I can. X3