I just looked down and saw that I still have mud on my hands from poking around in the garden this morning. I'm classy. Also, while looking into a flower bed, trying to remember where I planted some bulbs (to be lifted, divided, and replanted) a huge grasshopper jumped at me, I screamed and fell on my tush. So there's your laugh for the day, people jogging past. I Hate GRASSHOPPERS, in case you didn't know.
I spent an hour reblogging garden/forest pictures today instead of actually doing anything in my garden. I feel pretty good about that, too.
I want to write. My brain is sleepy, but I want to WRITE. Everyone take a moment to feel bad for flaming_muse for the convoluted dreck she'll be given to edit later today.
I had a random thought yesterday of writing a "Wings of Desire" type Klaine fic, which means WING FIC and I don't even know who I am anymore.
Seriously, someone come over, pull a blanket up over the two of us, order some delicious soup, and play with my hair until I fall asleep. I'm super good about not snoring or making gross wheen noises from my nostrils.
GO TO HEY DON'T JUDGE ME AND READ TEEN WOLF. And Dr. Who. And Torchwood. And Dexter. And Boardwalk Empire. Loads of goodies today! (No Hoarders - new ep next week.) The New Normal is on tonight, and I am happy about that. <3
[Hey: anyone else notice their LJ being weird? Or the wrong theme? Just me?]