I hate everything today. I ate an entire frozen pizza. Then I ate whip cream. Is ceasing to exist for a few days an option? A semester?

Slllooooww day at work. When do I get to start my CAREER?

Good beer is good.

Is it just me, or do stumbling upon infomercials on late night tv sometimes seem meant to be?

IF James Earl Jones’s voice made snide comments at me: rocking all the sands out of my Tatooine and all the forests out of my Endor.

(Two hours left of work before I sleep.) Why the HOLYHANDGRENADE am I in such a good mood lately? Oh, yeah. ONE SEMESTER LEFT. FOREVVEERR.

Going to bed at 9:30…turkey hit me hard this year!

“The thing I love about Pâté, is that you can really feel the desperation of the goose.”

- Stephen Colbert

I want the Queen Of The Night T-Shirt from @tyleroakley at District Lines! http://t.co/58PJoR7 via @district_lines

Wil Weaton was on The Big Bang Theory tonight and I didn’t get to see it. (Damn opening night of the show I’m in!)

I’m attempting to compensate by watching a Wesley-sode of Next Gen.

I want to join Star Fleet.

CORRECTION: I need to join Star Fleet.

Also, copulating with a Vulcan wouldn’t be the worst thing.  Preferably young-Dr. Spock.

Or young-Captain James Tiberius Kirk.  As long as he looked like Chris Pine.