Also loving Supernatural. Yes, I know, I'm way late to the party; much of my f-list has loved this show for ages. *shrug* I usually don't have cable TV, and I tend to discover these things on Netflix. (And yes, I will find something I like and blast through it in a matter of a week or two, then be annoyed until a new season gets added.) Incidentally, I swear this has no bearing on the sudden changes to my iPod playlists, honest. I felt a sudden need to listen to classic rock in the car with the windows down just because, that's why. It has absolutely nothing to do with Dean Winchester. *facepalm* Gawd, I'm such a dork!
The cats are getting along better when they get along, but fighting harder when the fight. Which is always about 45 minutes before I have to be awake on any given day. If I didn't have carpet in the bedroom, I might just start keeping a spray bottle of water beside my bed. Hell, I might anyway.
Do you ever feel you have an altogether different person inside you is asleep most of the time, but sometimes wakes up and freaks out and says "OMG! What the hell are you doing with my life?" Not to say that I am unhappy, I'm not - life is awesome these days. Just...sometimes it feels like some little part of me got mixed up in the wash with a completely different person or something.
Getting a 90" x 90" piece of muslin with crazy quilt scraps pinned to it (even just a corner of it) to go this way and that way under a 'civilian' sewing machine is a total bitch. I miss access to industrial machines!
I am seriously jonesing for a dirty Sapphire martini. Oh, and Johnson, get your butt over here! (I did say it would be random)