Things I Do Not Understand:

1) People who wear thongs in winter. They wander around campus with their jeans and jumpers and MOSTLY-BARE FEET and I am torn between the urge to herd them all up and buy them socks, and the urge to grab them and shake them and yell DO YOU LACK NERVE ENDINGS IN YOUR TOES?

2) Anyone who buys anything for a baby girl that is that nauseating shade of pale pink, or adorned with the words IT'S A GIRL!!! as though the fact that someone's baby possesses a gender is the most fabulous surprise they could possibly imagine.

2a) Anyone who buys greeting cards with pre-written poems inside them. I cannot comprehend how someone can read them and not immediately be filled with burning hatred for the affront that those few abysmal lines of rhyming words are causing to the English language. Can't they hear it? What is wrong with them?

3) How anyone gets any work done on Fridays. I can't do it! I am going to play tennis later and then have lunch with my friend and when I get home I will pull out my articles in a surge of optimistic work-enthusiasm, and sit down at my computer. And then my head will immediately, and infallibly, be invaded by a little voice saying: you know, tomorrow is the weekend. You have the whole weekend. Why work today?

And then I will spend the entire afternoon watching Slings & Arrows and writing fic and probably doing bizarre things like cooking chocolate muffins in an attempt to clutch maniacally at the free time that I have fooled myself into thinking I have.

I am using my Josh icon for this post because I think he would approve of the mixture of intellectual arrogance and baked goods contained herein.

good things this evening:

1) This Good Omens art by jdillon, which is a phenomenal series of character portraits.

2) THE OFFICE. OH. OH PAM. OH ANGELA. AND STANLEY. AND DWIGHT. OH EVERYONE. OH PAM AGAIN. *squishes all characters together*

3) Spooks. Gazing at the screen and wanting to do very, very dirty things to Rupert Penry-Jones. (I cannot WAIT until Hermione Norris appears, although I will have to restrain myself from squealing "Carol!" every time she is on screen.)

4) This song.