Two and a half hours til vacation officially starts. I'm grooving on my Gleekast and watching the minute hand do it's thang around the dial. Okay, that last bit isn't true--I have a digital watch. But still.
A whole nine days of reading, writing, a little cleaning of the apartment. Life is fecking good, baby. It's just fecking good.
Happy birthday, Thom Fury. You are so missed, darlin'. Namaste!