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Every entry from now on must have a Simpsons quote in the title. I will never run out.
There has to be a new step past lazy that I've reached. Like, lazy squared. Or perhaps ^4. I am not sure. All I know is that it is LAZY.
I really wish I could shower right now. But if I did, I would never hear the end of it. Because showering, you understand, in a house where people are sleeping, is the same as kicking their door down with big ol' boots on. It's madness.
There were gypsies on the new episode of House tonight, and the show completely demonized them. It pissed me off. When I was young and in the hospital for an extended amount of time, my parents brought me blankets and macaroni and cheese from home, and no one called them satanic. Also, I don't think saying no to an experimental treatment is a bad thing, necessarily. I suppose these particular parents were a bit crazy, but you know what? Their son was bleeding from everywhere. It's okay to be a bit nuts at that point.
The formula of this show is just getting to me, I suppose. Big massive HUGE MCHUGE things happen for a couple of episodes, and then they magically disappear. This week's episode could have taken place in any of the past three seasons at any point. There's no progression. I say it every time, but if it weren't for Hugh Laurie...
God only knows.
Also, because I am not done ranting about Top Design - when a person has been doing interior design for many years, he or she should learn not to touch wet paint. Right? Because, you know, paint is wet when you put it on the wall, and then, well, it dries. Later. When you touch wet paint, it comes off on your hand, because it is not dry yet. Wet is not dry. DRY COMES AFTER WET. Okay. Done now.
I need to do some serious cleaning this week. I've been really, really lazy about it, and as a result, I've been hopping from my desk chair to my bed to the door as if I really was in a video game in order to not have to step on the floor. It's not working. Plus, there is yarn everywhere.
I really need to get rid of all this novelty yarn I have. I'll never use it. I should go swap it with someone on the crochetville forums, or something. I hate furry yarn. Maybe I'll make a sweater for the dog out of it. That'd be awesome.
There has to be a new step past lazy that I've reached. Like, lazy squared. Or perhaps ^4. I am not sure. All I know is that it is LAZY.
I really wish I could shower right now. But if I did, I would never hear the end of it. Because showering, you understand, in a house where people are sleeping, is the same as kicking their door down with big ol' boots on. It's madness.
There were gypsies on the new episode of House tonight, and the show completely demonized them. It pissed me off. When I was young and in the hospital for an extended amount of time, my parents brought me blankets and macaroni and cheese from home, and no one called them satanic. Also, I don't think saying no to an experimental treatment is a bad thing, necessarily. I suppose these particular parents were a bit crazy, but you know what? Their son was bleeding from everywhere. It's okay to be a bit nuts at that point.
The formula of this show is just getting to me, I suppose. Big massive HUGE MCHUGE things happen for a couple of episodes, and then they magically disappear. This week's episode could have taken place in any of the past three seasons at any point. There's no progression. I say it every time, but if it weren't for Hugh Laurie...
God only knows.
Also, because I am not done ranting about Top Design - when a person has been doing interior design for many years, he or she should learn not to touch wet paint. Right? Because, you know, paint is wet when you put it on the wall, and then, well, it dries. Later. When you touch wet paint, it comes off on your hand, because it is not dry yet. Wet is not dry. DRY COMES AFTER WET. Okay. Done now.
I need to do some serious cleaning this week. I've been really, really lazy about it, and as a result, I've been hopping from my desk chair to my bed to the door as if I really was in a video game in order to not have to step on the floor. It's not working. Plus, there is yarn everywhere.
I really need to get rid of all this novelty yarn I have. I'll never use it. I should go swap it with someone on the crochetville forums, or something. I hate furry yarn. Maybe I'll make a sweater for the dog out of it. That'd be awesome.
