randomness of random

I hate greensilver SO MUCH right now. I can't yet reveal why I hate her so much, but believe me when I say that when the path her VERY WRONG brain has taken us down becomes known? You'll understand. You'll wish you didn't, but you will. Oh internets, what has become of me?

In other news, my weird sleep schedule continues to seriously mess me up. I am getting very, very sick of walking around in a foggy brained haze wrapped in general anxiety. I'm wondering if the timing indicates I'm having upcoming birthday issues. I like to think I don't have a problem with getting older, but the realization every year that I'm not just older, but also not actually getting anywhere in my life tends to fuck with my head. I'm sort of hoping that's what it is, because, if so, I will be distracted from it spending the weekend with vagabondage, and by the time I get home and my birthday is done and over with, I can go back to sleeping like a normal person. That would be kind of awesome.

I have hoarded the remainder of The Sarah Connor Chronicles for watching all together, instead of keeping up week to week, because I am concerned about the possible cancellation. I think I am going to hold on to them until we know for sure. Because if it is cancelled and I allow myself to watch the episodes with hope that it will continue, I see far more angst than if I watch them prepared that it's all I'll get. If the universe loves me? It will not be cancelled and the watching will be a thing of joy.

Also, if you are Chicago based? Our very own pipsqueaky is in an an acapella singing group called Invoxication which is entirely made of awesome and you should go see them when you get the chance. The concert last week was a ridiculous amount of fun, and damn can our girl sing. But you knew that.

What's up with you friendslist?