Oh, God, I'm so fucking tired.

Trying to make your way home after Friday night out in Boston when the Red Sox have a playoff home game is utter madness, I tell you.

But! I have seen The Darjeeling Limited.

( In which Femme squees a bit--okay, sort of a lot--about Adrien Brody... )

And then I got home finally after much wearisome insanity (and one puking kid, ew) and there was a cheer up, emo kid package for me from djinnj ('cause this week's been pretty crappy) filled with bags of homemade chocolate chip cookies and macaroons and a cake and Ghiradelli chocolates AND? The entire set of Royal Mail Harry Potter postcards and stamps from earlier this summer--book covers and house crests, and you guys, I am FLAILING about these because how AWESOME is that? I mean really. AWESOME. *hugs djinnj hard* I have the best friends ever, seriously. Seriously.

It's been a good night. But I'm going to have to sleep soon. Because OMG so tired, LJ-land. So very incoheret and so very, very tired.

P.S. The soundtrack is amazing. I'm going to have to procure it soon...

Neighbor's alarm going off again repeatedly at 2 a.m. not long after I fell into bed? Check. I hate them; they must die. Painfully. And often. I'm beyond tired now and really seriously verging on crankypants today, though I've kind of been a bit crankypants all weekend so that's really not a huge change. *g*

Speaking of pants, today I'm wearing trousers--yes, I have on pants, not a skirt, you can all be shocked, I do actually wear them...sometimes--that are driving me crazy because they keep twisting to one side every time I move and good God Almighty, how does anyone manage in pants every day? THEY ARE NOT COMFORTABLE. No, really, they're not. (I know, I know. I'm weird...)

In other news, I talked to my mother for the first time in over a week last night and ( we had the following conversation... )

I heart my mother. :D

Also, in regards to Gerard Way...dudes. You guys. The man actually did it. W-T-F, Gee. *dies laughing* I've seen the public record for the license dated 9/4 thanks to a friend who double-checked today to see if it'd been filed. (And no, I'm not telling you how to find it...it's seriously not that hard, if you really feel the need to confirm.) I just. You guys, HE MARRIED (or is marrying) GIRL!FRANK. This really shouldn't amuse me as much as it evidently does. But. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. My shrink would have a field day with that one.

No, really. For those of you who aren't obsessed have no idea who I'm talking about...( let's compare. )

And this is for my fellow Adrien Brody fen...in particular jjtaylor who I've already sent this to via email but dude. It should be shared. Seriously.

( This is going to have to be iconed, really. )

...
Gott im Himmel, the man is pretty. I am the worst lesbian ever.

And now I have to go back to work. Le sigh. Le very big sigh.