watching the beginning of Battlestar Galactica, more like look at my babies all happy and clean and safe. Im crying.
Im forcing my housemates to watch Battlestar Galactica.
It’s partly to keep them quiet, because one of them is REAL chatty, but I also think they’d like it.
But I’m over here trying not to be sad because they’re all BABIES in the first episode. Precious happy, well-fed, clean babies and they’re not Cylons and akjfsdgfjkaFSDJHF.
listening to this song is the best motivator ever.
Except I’m at work with my headphones in and I’m REALLY fighting the urge to start dancing.
Well not dancing, but like whatever it is you do to a Bear McCreary song.
Save the human race I guess?
We should just take all the awards.
and give them to Bear McCreary and Edward James Olmos.
I’m going to go watch the series finale of Battlestar Galactica.
I have diet coke, carrots, pizza, and knitting.
I will see you in 2 hours and 15 minutes.
- Draft with either Torchwood, Firefly or some musicals on
- Get friend to drive me to the grocery store?
- Watch Battlestar Galactica series finale? I’ve been using it to motivate my drafting.
- Get REAL silly at the last party of the semester.
the only things we can really be certain of is that I’m going to shower, eat, draft, & get silly.