I can feel exhaustion in my hair

Got home from a weekend spent with finn21, overnighter, miss_begonia, and torturemysoul and pretty much passed out. That might have been because I managed to fall off a chair, eat cake, find myself unable to open the front door, squee about fic, sing the Avenue Q soundtrack, make excessive use of the word "trope", discuss the threateningness of Christian Kane, and laugh alot alot alot.

And then I saw Transformers. With Erica. With Lots of Candy. I think all of that taken together pretty much killed me. Oh god. BUT IT WAS WORTH IT. EVERY BIT OF IT. Even now that my sunglasses have broken themselves.

That is totoally a mail box!

ARG. Going on my run only scant hours after subjecting myself to 1408 with Ken--where he literally peeled my hands off my face every time I tried to cover my eyes--was really a bad idea. Here I am running along to The Music's "Getaway" and suddenly I feel like evil dudes with bad hair cuts and check-print shirts are out to swing hammers into my head. AND THAT CRACK IN THE ROAD LOOKED SUSPICIOUSLY LIKE A MONSTER.

Jesus. I ended up running that one pretty hard. Wound up wheezing and still freaked out of my head. NEVER AGAIN.