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The truest sign of my Stargate psychosis denial is that I moved to Michigan today and all I can think of is the WOE FOR MY HOTEL HAS NO SCI-FI. I shall console myself with s8 SG-1 DVDs on my laptop but it's not the same.
My desire to yell, "I want it NOW!" is a clear indication that I'm channeling Veruca Salt and likely to blow up and turn blue any moment.
The flight was uneventful except, of course, for Sally's crying and futile attempts to escape from her carrier. She was a trooper, though, and she's busy exploring the hotel room that will serve as our home for the next 3- 4 weeks. (Her eyes still have a very disconcerting drugged look. I hope it's gone when we wake up tomorrow.) And, speaking of tomorrow, my home inspection is scheduled for 12:30pm! I can't imagine that the inspection itself will be all that exciting but the end result sure is. After that, it's PotC 2 at the nearest movie theater I can find.
An Officer and a Gentleman is playing on some local station. I love this movie. Love. Loooooooooooooove. The end never fails to make me cry. Hell, all it takes is the swell of the music in that final scene and the tears start.
My desire to yell, "I want it NOW!" is a clear indication that I'm channeling Veruca Salt and likely to blow up and turn blue any moment.
The flight was uneventful except, of course, for Sally's crying and futile attempts to escape from her carrier. She was a trooper, though, and she's busy exploring the hotel room that will serve as our home for the next 3- 4 weeks. (Her eyes still have a very disconcerting drugged look. I hope it's gone when we wake up tomorrow.) And, speaking of tomorrow, my home inspection is scheduled for 12:30pm! I can't imagine that the inspection itself will be all that exciting but the end result sure is. After that, it's PotC 2 at the nearest movie theater I can find.
An Officer and a Gentleman is playing on some local station. I love this movie. Love. Loooooooooooooove. The end never fails to make me cry. Hell, all it takes is the swell of the music in that final scene and the tears start.
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