Get it off my face

Remember my to-do list from the other day? I to-did some of it. In parts. If only I could stay awake or actually motivate myself...

Tonight I am planning to sit in front of my computer and hit myself with the keyboard not move until I have achieved. I traded a day with Micky at work so I have tomorrow off so I can sit there all night if I have to. And sob. I mean write. One of the two. But perhaps both or neither.

It is my endless penance because last night I was cranky and hated retail and my shoulders hurt and I went to bed early and fell asleep in my clothes which I've decided isn't such a terrible habit because what if I was kidnapped during the night? I would hate to be kidnapped in my pajamas.

I feel very disoriented and floatingy, and I know that it is the tearing and festering of the wounds that my thesis has struck in my soul. I need to get through it, I wish it didn't feel so much like forcing immovable rocks up a sheer-cliff face. Ugh.

And I have this minor dilemma: Jon Hamm (of Mad Men) is on the cover of GQ. I usually only buy GQ when it features one of my special actor mens, but...Jon Hamm is really amazing. Maybe he could even become a special actor mens. O.O Dare I? DARE I? Also Christ everyone go watch Mad Men and yell at me because I still don't have any icons for it up.

And GO LOOK AT MY CUTE PIGS!!

That is all.

"He says things like 'Dude' and 'Sweet' and 'Dude, sweet!'"

In the end, I bought the magazine.

And normally I like to be more contained than this, but.

"I see actors in this town who make it big young. They don't understand the word no: 'What do you mean I can't kill this elephant, drop it on a car, set it on fire, and then snort it?' Well you just can't."

Oh snap. Jon Hamm. \O.O/