and unto mo and stan a child is born

Insane amounts of snow, incredibly vivid dreams, sleeping for 12 hours, drinking at 3pm. Must be in Buffalo.

The Search for Disk on Wang

Based on an inappropes conversation I had at the Pit Christmas party, I've spent the past ten minutes googling things I am not proud of, in search of a picture of an 8" floppy disk hanging off of a guy's wang. Any guy, any disk. I don't want to see it, but I need to believe it is out there, because everything is out there.

Let's not try to figure out everything at once

making other plans

I busy, but then yesterday and today I not busy, so I cozy up on the couch with dumb tv. Lately I am obsessed with crime drama, British crime drama specifically, but I am happy with NCIS until my Wire in the Blood netflixes come. :)
Chris is installing a box in my room that will make it so that I can "watch instantly" the netflix movies. That is awesome. I live in an awesome amazing place.

I started teaching for the theater last week. Teaching is super fucking fun and very exhausting and I love it and Lord I hope I am good at it. I like it because I get to tell people not to chew gum or eat burritos during improv practice. It is a lesson a lot of people need to learn.

Also, I got a short story published in a literary magazine in Buffalo. I am enormously, possibly disproportionately proud of that. I'll admit it.

Why is it every time the cable tells me I'm watching Brian Regan's Epitome of Hyperbole it's not an awesome show that I want to watch but instead that asshole with the puppets? Eh? Anybody? I loves me some Regan.

I hoped and prayed for a specific something special to happen to some people I love and it fucking DID. And now I have all this hope and potential and happiness floating around. Want some? I probably won't use it. :)