And with that, I'll to bed - I'm not quite tired enough to sleep yet (since I woke up at 5pm) but I don't feel like staying up because I would prefer to not exist.
Okay, Google Docs, I love you, but I REALLY wish you wouldn't autosave every couple of minutes, because it fucks up my Netflix stream every time you do (and if I had to do this tedious script-formatting task without also watching Doctor Who I think I would probably fall asleep and never finish the job).
Normally my sister and I text each other funny/weird license plates we see, but I couldn't bear to send her that one because if she doesn't already know what it is, I don't want to be the one to expose her.
Crossroads was also a film version of what might happen if Britney Spears wrote terrible self-insert Britney Spears fanfic; incidentally, it was also the low point of Zoe Saldana's career.