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I'm currently in the process of unpacking my many, many boxes of books onto the bookshelves in my brand-new office, and for some reason I thought it would be a good idea to watch Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog on Hulu.

Aaaaaaand...now I'm crying.

DAMMIT, JOSS WHEDON. THIS HAPPENS EVERY TIME I WATCH DR. HORRIBLE. For fuck's sake. You'd think I'd learn!

So Nate and I are now officially living in sin, which would likely horrify many of my relatives but is proving to be pretty much awesome in my book -- I moved in over the weekend and it's not much different than how things were before, except all of my stuff is here (in boxes at the moment, true, BUT STILL) and I get to sleep in later now that I don't have to drive back to my apartment every morning before I catch the bus. I think the fact that there wasn't much upheaval involved with the transition is a good sign. Either way, the word "home" now refers to "the place I share with Nate," so that's rather nifty.


Drat. I mean to bake brownies tonight, but instead I ended up unpacking a bunch and weeping over Dr. Horrible. And, er, playing the crap out of Professor Layton and the Diabolical Box, because it's EVEN MORE AWESOME AND ADDICTIVE than the previous game, to the point where I'm now dreaming about freakin' puzzles and coming up with tea recipes in my dreams. I don't even know.

(no subject)

I'm currently in the process of unpacking my many, many boxes of books onto the bookshelves in my brand-new office, and for some reason I thought it would be a good idea to watch Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog on Hulu.

Aaaaaaand...now I'm crying.

DAMMIT, JOSS WHEDON. THIS HAPPENS EVERY TIME I WATCH DR. HORRIBLE. For fuck's sake. You'd think I'd learn!

So Nate and I are now officially living in sin, which would likely horrify many of my relatives but is proving to be pretty much awesome in my book -- I moved in over the weekend and it's not much different than how things were before, except all of my stuff is here (in boxes at the moment, true, BUT STILL) and I get to sleep in later now that I don't have to drive back to my apartment every morning before I catch the bus. I think the fact that there wasn't much upheaval involved with the transition is a good sign. Either way, the word "home" now refers to "the place I share with Nate," so that's rather nifty.


Drat. I mean to bake brownies tonight, but instead I ended up unpacking a bunch and weeping over Dr. Horrible. And, er, playing the crap out of Professor Layton and the Diabolical Box, because it's EVEN MORE AWESOME AND ADDICTIVE than the previous game, to the point where I'm now dreaming about freakin' puzzles and coming up with tea recipes in my dreams. I don't even know.