• Mood: *dramatic pout*
• Music: Danny Elfman, "The Little Things"

*football mourning bonnet*

Woe, I am a football orphan (Alabama-Georgia game tonight, you see) and I can't go see Let the Right One In because the only two people who would have gone with me are working (and I can't drive, because I suck, or I would be on that like white on rice that goes to movies all by itself), and Word's autorecover function didn't recover jack after my computer crashed so I have to redo a day's work all over from memory, and every time I get to a footnote where I can kind of vaguely remember what I said but not really, I just get madder. So basically, I am feeling very sorry for myself. Except not really, because I'm actually in a fairly decent mood. I just feel like whining, apparently. Or pouting, I guess. So I will use an icon of the best pouter in the business.

Also, I would really like to write some True Blood recaps, but I'm not allowing it until I get some damn work done.

*sulk*