I also had the joy of having a lovely stressful nightmare involving my deceased grandmother and finding out that my favorite great aunt has Alzheimer's disease. Which has not happened but holy crap, thanks for scaring me into dream-crying, brain.
It's not even that I'm upset with life or anything. My brain flat out fucking sucks.
I will be spending every waking hour when I'm home this weekend hugging my dog. And by "hugging" I mean chilling with him. After our initial "OMG YOU'RE BACK I MISSED YOU" reunion when we roll around on the floor and such, Tino returns to sleeping for about 20 hours a day.
His life > Jensen Ackles with regards to difficulty.
I just wanted to compare Jensen Ackles to a Yorkshire Terrier. So that somewhere in the universe he can feel yet another sting of indignity. ♥
Oh yeah, that fucking show Supernatural is back on tonight or something. I bet it's going to ruin everything, like it always does with its sneaky angelic agenda. Sneaky.
To be honest, I don't know if I'm going to watch it live. I have to drag myself to the gym tonight since I am making this a weekend of rest and pamper-dom. But I don't wanna go. I hate the beginning part of going to gym, the blustery walk to the place (seriously I live in one of the windiest fucking areas, I swear), the initial workout when I start feeling myself sweating oh god, I cannot stand sweating, it seriously icks me out. Once I get past it, it's fine but it's just not fun and it is a long process to get to the good parts of working out.
Still, gotta do it, sans whining. Well, out loud at least.
As a pre-treat, I am so going to Midtown Comics after work and picking up the next couple of volumes of Fables. Next up is Arabian Nights and I will continue to wince at how Bigby is drawn WITHOUT A MOUTH.