ackackackackack!!

Would like to state for the record, before going back to panicking, that me and roommate's ability to plan trips is NON-BLOODY-EXISTING.

*goes back to panicking*

*throws fit of self loathing*

Cannot sleep. Cannot work. Can only stare at dismal remains of what were plans for Thanksgiving.
( cut for stupidity )

(no subject)

/end mini-drama enacted while the world slept.

New tickets purchased to fly from wrong airport to right airport. *waves goodbye to money* *waves goodbye to ten hours of vacation* *weeps*

New countdown: eleven days, nine hours, thirty-seven minutes.

fannish five

"Summer of 69" by John Couger Mellencamp is a beautiful song. *is crying*

and the most cheerful fannish5 ever (a bit late, because, you know, badness):
( SPOILS Dark Angel, Stargate SG-1, and Farscape! )