Driving to work on the freeway this morning, I was behind a beat-up old Toyota truck that had little metal reflective stickers on its tailgate above the "TOYOTA," arranged to read "PRECIOUS."

You have no idea how hard it was to refrain from attempting to pull out my cell phone and attempt to scan the truck.

ETA: As kikos_ai's comment reminded me, yes, ( Read more... )

I did not, as it happens, wake up from a fairly sound sleep at 3 AM last night.

That would be because I started dozing off at my desk around midnight, woke up at 3 AM, and then went to bed.

*stares at MP3 player*

*spazzes*

*tries like a crazy person to cram the plotbunnies BACK INTO IT KTHX*

STOP BREEDING IN THERE!!!

You know what's suddenly and unexpectedly depressing?

Not only, as kimera just pointed out, realizing that I'm older than most of the current crop of Power Rangers actors, but . . .

Realizing that I've been watching Power Rangers for longer than the kids who dress up in PR costumes for Halloween have been alive.

*cries*

Excuse me while I just sit here and be cranky about the STUPIDEST THING EVER.

*headdesk*

Dear brain,

Why do you seize up so badly at the notion of Madison/Vida smut, but somehow seem to be trying to tell me that Angie Diaz/Melanie Vallejo RPS is acceptable?

*beats up on brain*

*goes back to writing Veronica/Bel/Anders smut for kajivar the damn slavedriver*

So last night I managed to lose my balance, wobble, slip on the rug, crash into the wall, hit my head, and end up flat on my back on the floor. It was kinda spectacular.

I'm fine, aside from mild lingering soreness, but only I would manage to do this while attempting to take off my shoes.