Watched Blackhawk Down, The Machinist, a little Robot Chicken, (scroll down on link for pirate humour) and nothing else because we actually did work yesterday. Now it’s the crack of noon and I’m finally out of bed. What gives? I was in bed by 10 last night!!? Maybe I’m lying awake in bed for hours thinking dark thoughts. Dark thoughts which I cannot commit to my blog, lest they be used in turn to commit me. Sorry, the paranoia is lying deep, and deep, upon me right now. It’s hard to watch a movie like The Machinist and not go to a dark place afterwards. And this was the movie that Joe at work has been bugging me to watch since the day he started! Now I’ll have to watch it again.
I know it’s really really sick, but Christian Bale at 121 pounds is the hottest thing evah. I normally don’t go for extremememes in male shapeliness, but the idea of (ed.: Cut that shiat out, right now!). Aherm. Yes. So to recap. Skinny Christian Bale equals teh hotness. That is all.
One more cup of this extremely fine coffee, and it’s back to the dejunking.
