Life Can Be So Cruel Sometimes

*Entry title brought to you by the earworm wonders known as Clearlake*

I preordered Supernatural season two. At Amazon. Using my shiny Amazon Prime, which gives me free shipping.

Where, you ask, are my discs? In Indianapolis, of course. Where am I?

Not in Indianapolis, that's for damn sure.

*grump* Want Supernatural DVDs now!

Spam! Lovely Spam!

*Entry title brought to you by Monty Python*

Given my life lately, I'm absolutely FLOORED by this result! I'd give myself a 3.5--I have a great beat, but you can't dance to me.

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	7.7
Mind:	7.7
Body:	7.3
Spirit:	8.8
Friends/Family:	7.7
Love:	9.1
Finance:	9.1
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

Also, it suggests that I offer some words of wisdom on my love life. Seriously!

Your Love score is very high, much higher than the average. If you wouldn't mind, please take a little time to explain how you manage to succeed so well at this aspect of your life. Your words may be read by someone else who scored very low. Take a moment to give them some useful advice. Your thoughts are very much appreciated.

I could suggest that someone shack up with my honey, but then I'd have to kill said someone. And I think my life rating might suffer from that. *snerk*

"God Is in the Details"

(I started this while watching Eureka time-delayed. That was last night. This is this morning. Pretend it's last night again, okay? Thanks.)

( Random thoughts while watching tonight's Eureka )

Anyway, I really have nothing else to say until I go back and analyze every single episode and come up with my unified theory of Eureka and rule the world bore you all to death regale you all with it. *snerk*

Must go to sleep now. Yes. Sleep.

ETA: Went to sleep. Slept really badly. At one point, Charles Kimbrough came at me, arm outstretched like a manic zombie in WAY too much cake makeup, and poked me so hard in the back that the pain woke me out of a sound sleep. Actually, that was the massive back cramp, but still. Weird. Bad Charles Kimbrough!