Bed time nonsense

It's currently 10:18pm, and I'm sitting at home, lights flickering, damning directv for the stupid "satellite" idea. Who came up with that? One inch of snow and suddenly the whole system goes to crap. Figures, I don't watch tv for weeks, then the one night I decide to catch up on LOST, I get cut off right after Naomi runs off. If you know the ending, don't tell me. Or I shall have to cut you in a street fight. Hey, I've noticed you're pretty gangster... well, I just happen to be pretty gangster myself.

I'm in the writing mood again lately. I can't tell you what's inspired it, not because I'm unaware of said muse, but because I can't tell you. Top secret government stuff, I'm sure you understand. Plus I'd be laughed at and made fun of. Only Gwen and Missy know where my renewed love of my own literary genius has come from... and they're sworn to secrecy! And they might even be a little confused.

Today was the day of the appendicitis scare. Good news. I'm still alive con mi appendix. It's a good day when you think about it like that. Lucky for me the new roomie's a doctor and has random drugs lying around to make me better. Not like pk's, you drug addicts. Like antibiotics. Sheesh.

True story: These quotes actually transpired between gwen and I today.

*You know what I love about me? Besides everything?
*And he looks like he fell down the stairs face first. While in the house of ugly.
*Gwen: "I am totally feeling like a chip monster!" Rach: "Don't do it!"
*Rachel: "Hallelujah, I'm healed!" Gwen: "Right... he smacked your forehead... did some dancing around... ta-da! Oh, and fake smoke too. And lasers. Lots and lots of lasers."

Ok. I love you, bye.