scuba soph: I have just kind of been in that had-enough-sleep-so-why-am-I-so-tired-I-can't-make-proper-sentences place all day.
SweeneyAgonistes: ew.
scuba soph: blegh. *prods brain*
scuba soph: brain: *sludges*
SweeneyAgonistes: ... D:
SweeneyAgonistes: just so long as there aren't any tentacles.
scuba soph: *was kind of picturing Kang, actually...*
SweeneyAgonistes: D:
scuba soph: or that brain from the movie Hogarth stays up to watch in The Iron Giant.
SweeneyAgonistes: ... *suddenly grateful has never seen*
scuba soph: :O
scuba soph: your life is empty and meaningless.
scuba soph: FUCK OH MY GOD
scuba soph: WE NEED A KENT-MANSLEY-I-WORK-FOR-THE-GOVERNMENT
SweeneyAgonistes: ... *lost*
scuba soph: he is the agent they send to investigate reports of sightings of the Iron Giant
SweeneyAgonistes: and we... need one?
scuba soph: incredibly paranoid, believes in Soviet satellites up there... above us... watching... boop... boop... boop, thwarted repeatedly by a twelve-year-old, etc.
scuba soph: he would pee himself at Milliways
scuba soph: and then have neverending comical fuckups trying to prove its existence to his CIA superiors
SweeneyAgonistes: ... :D!
scuba soph: *____________*

COME ON, MILLI-MUNS ON MY FLIST. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR.

Also, jeez. Someone going to boxcon, bring The Iron Giant and make everyone who hasn't seen it watch it on my behalf. I will demand pictures of Sweeney crying like a little girl.

To everyone who did not have to start off their day going through the garbage for bits of their handmade Christmas decorations for which EVERYONE WAS PRESENT when you SPECIFICALLY REQUESTED NOT TO THROW ANY OF THIS SHIT AWAY, BECAUSE it was EXPENSIVE and YOU NEED IT: bite me.

Furthermore, to anyone who did not continue the morning by being unceremoniously evicted from the (after a lot of labour to make it so) only (semi-)habitable study area in the house (not that you are writing your senior dissertation or anything) to make way for furniture (because the house you are supposed to be moving back into this month is not ready enough to store it in): did I mention bite me?

On the plus side, I just went and blew €[alarming amount], a heady mixture comprised of part Christmas money and part gift vouchers, in House of Fraser on (finally, finally) a hodge-podge of colourful new bedlinens for when I can actually (GOD, FINALLY) properly inhabit my new room at home. And two goose-down pillows. Don't judge me, they were on sale.

Also a few PotC-themed dangly doohickies from Claire's Accessories so I can work on my next birdcage ornament, la la la.