Woo.

So. I just recovered from a heart attack of the not so literal kind. I woke up this morning a little after 6am. It's been raining, so I couldn't really tell if it was AM or PM, so I checked my watch. And the little floating thinger was under Wednesday. So my first thought was "Holy fuck! I slept an entire day! Wait, more than a day! Fuck!" So I wandered downstairs, wished like mad for cable, looked for a newspaper, realized that wouldn't tell me anything and was hopeful when I saw dinner dishes from Monday night. [last night, but in my haze I didn't want to jump to the conclusion that it had to be Tuesday because some people just won't do the dishes man...] Signed on and nearly passed out with relief when I was told "Tuesday!"

Got my choirgirl CD back. I shall do my happy dance of glee. Got my copy of The Punisher soundtrack back too. Might just have to listen to the thing now. By now I mean sometime today.

Ew. The cat just puked on my foot. Ick. ew. I feel sick.

And moving on, The Stepford Wives was funny. Loved the ending. But I don't think I found it half as funny as the people three rows ahead of us. They laughed at everything to the point where you just didn't want to laugh at anything because they were. Also, Mark [Arianne's roommate] threw two kids out of the theatre for playing with a laser pointer thinger and generally being annoying. He swears he just gave them a warning, I say since they didn't come back, it was throwing them out. Thing is, dude wasn't even working at the time.

Proof there is a God, but he's a slow bastard:
Jordan Levin, CEO of The WB, has left the network. Garth Ancier, who was chairman of the WB, now takes over sole control.

Ha!