So I watched "Bones" tonight.
I'm not paying much attention, as I'm attempting to cook lunch for next week, do dishes, finish some last-minute packing for this weekend, etc. But Booth & Bones are talking to a couple guys, and one of them is young and wearing glasses, and I'm all, "Oh, he's cute," and they show him again, "He's really cute," and then he spoke--seriously, said one line--and I was like, "OH SHIT IT'S LUKE GIRARDI." Or, y'know, young!Jack O'Neill, or Apocalypse Boy from that one ep of Invisible Man, and, just, it's a bit like perving on your younger cousin.
And then he turned out to be the killer. OF COURSE.
In other news, IT'S SPRING. Today was the first time in a few days that it was cooler and rainier--it's been warm and sunny since last week, and I have the sunburn to prove it--and so in consequence, apparently, I have been chipper and cheerful and giddy and gleeful. Until today, of course. I hope it's sunny again tomorrow.