I Have A Problem

I may have become addicted to Farscape. Yesterday, I received five discs in from Netflix - episodes 3-13 of Season 2. I watched every. single. one. I ended up going to bed at 1:30 in the morning, just because I had to find out what happened with Crichton's very painful looking predicament.

( Spoilers for Farscape Season 1+2, but probably just 2. Then again, if you've seen 2 and not 1, what the frell are you on? )

My Day In A Nut

Wow. I totally sat down and wrote four novels, angst-free. Then I showed them off to people, completely unapologetic of their quality and willing to accept criticism without making it personal on some level. I'm being published sometime around seven, although it may be as late as ten if the wind's wrong.

I was late to work by five minutes because of this, but that's okay, because I have zero fear for the stability of my job. I'm going to be a permanent fixture here. Seriously! They're dipping me in bronze in twenty minutes and displaying me in the waiting room.

Tonight's totally exciting, since I plan to sit down and watch a marathon of Seventh Heaven with my study group and discuss the deep philosophical consequences of that one episode where they sacrificed a goat in the name of Satan. Man, Lucy urinating on the Bible and consuming a human fetus is such a strong statement for family values.

Oh, yeah. And I killed a man just to watch him die. It was cool.

happy rabbit hole day