January 6th, 2009

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In which characters unexpectedly greatly increase their levels of hot

OWIE OWIE OWIE.  I am always somewhat nervous about using the handheld nutcracker, but Dad got two giant bags of in-shell nuts on clearance for a dollar each, and I've been happily enjoying the individual cracking of them.  Or I was until one of the hazelnuts was exceptionally stubborn, and when it finally snapped with all the force of crocodile jaws, I pinched the pad of my pinky so hard blood promptly started welling up beneath the surface.  Now I have not only a little swollen bump, but a lovely shade of purple spreading out from the site of impact.  Not even a week into the new year.  Yeesh!

Now: With this post, I can finally see the light at the end of the crazy television bender tunnel.  It's exciting!  I'll be able to concentrate on actual productivity soon.  Maybe even consider reading a book for the first time in almost a month.

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In the interest of moving on...

The Secret Wedding of The American Teenager:

Yes, it's exactly as bad as it sounds. Sometimes this show makes my head hurt with the stupid. (oh, who am I kidding, "sometimes") But that's OK.  I just...grit my teeth and pretend all of these beautiful, loving and reassuring things Ben says are being said a few years down the road. Like when they're 18. Or 22. Or not 15.


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