"I know you're watching and it makes me nervous."

Thinking something is different than knowing something; why guess? Sometimes you just want to be told.

I am reading the ever loving fuck out of Avengers spoilers. Nothing could make me less excited for this movie, not even knowing the entire plot.

Eff you, daylight savings.

Happy Leap Day!

Oscar nominees are a hot mess this year but the only category I care about (this time around, anyway) was just announced and the film I was rooting for just won! The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore is wonderful.

Should I start watching Sherlock? Is it worth the hype? Or will the writing disappoint me like Merlin?

Off to work; I am depleted from various new year bills and need more hours than I'm getting. I desperately need to go grocery shopping but I can live on the pasta sauce my parents insist on giving me, assuming I don't turn into a giant bowl of spaghetti.

Every time I have to wake up early I can't go to sleep and burn through hours just reading or listening to music or cleaning or some random thing.

Where does all the time go?