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You smell like regret. Let it go.
1.) Last night was a dark and stormy night. WoooooooOOOOOOOOOHooooooo! O.o Kewl!
2.) Thanks for all the support and good wishes. My head feels a little less swollen (har.) and the large bruise on the side of my head is no longer yellow. Ew.
On Saturday morning I've got an agent showing me the house across the street- curious to see what $850K buys you these days- then Adina is coming with me while an agent she recommended shows me a bunch of places. I would so SO love to get out of here by the end of the month if possible, so if I find something in the next few weeks I'll be actively looking for someone to take my place. Someone with a drumset, who drums all night and sleeps very heavily all day, but who is very neat. ;)
3.) Last night I watched the season (Series? They've been alluding to a 9th season, which they've already shot a few episodes of but which the network hasn't greenlit.) finale of "Scrubs". Argh. It was cute- all about J.D.'s last day at the hospital.
Toward the end there was a nice long scene featuring J.D. dreaming about marrying Elliot, having kids, hanging out with the Turks and Perry and Jordan at Christmas with all of their kids, all set to "Book of Love" by Peter Gabriel, which has the power to cause even the most hard hearted bitch to weep (you might recognize it from one of the scenes toward the end of the American version of "Shall We Dance"). This hardened bitch, however, did not weep- too tired and dehydrated, apparently. It would have been nice, but it went on way, way too long and was looped and repeated, etc. Lame ending.
That said, I'm sad it's all over. It was fun, inventive, colorful, quiptastic, and managed to treat medicine and life with a generous measure of humor. Now I guess I have to buy the DVDs and watch Zach Braff go from geeky to cute over and over and over and over...
2.) Thanks for all the support and good wishes. My head feels a little less swollen (har.) and the large bruise on the side of my head is no longer yellow. Ew.
On Saturday morning I've got an agent showing me the house across the street- curious to see what $850K buys you these days- then Adina is coming with me while an agent she recommended shows me a bunch of places. I would so SO love to get out of here by the end of the month if possible, so if I find something in the next few weeks I'll be actively looking for someone to take my place. Someone with a drumset, who drums all night and sleeps very heavily all day, but who is very neat. ;)
3.) Last night I watched the season (Series? They've been alluding to a 9th season, which they've already shot a few episodes of but which the network hasn't greenlit.) finale of "Scrubs". Argh. It was cute- all about J.D.'s last day at the hospital.
Toward the end there was a nice long scene featuring J.D. dreaming about marrying Elliot, having kids, hanging out with the Turks and Perry and Jordan at Christmas with all of their kids, all set to "Book of Love" by Peter Gabriel, which has the power to cause even the most hard hearted bitch to weep (you might recognize it from one of the scenes toward the end of the American version of "Shall We Dance"). This hardened bitch, however, did not weep- too tired and dehydrated, apparently. It would have been nice, but it went on way, way too long and was looped and repeated, etc. Lame ending.
That said, I'm sad it's all over. It was fun, inventive, colorful, quiptastic, and managed to treat medicine and life with a generous measure of humor. Now I guess I have to buy the DVDs and watch Zach Braff go from geeky to cute over and over and over and over...
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I've had this damn song in my head all day. I think it might have to be my first dance song (henh. I have a song... and a dress*... that's not psycho, is it?).
*I bought my wedding dress prior to my own wedding and never got to use it because my groom turned out to be moron, blah blah blah. You know that story, right?