Yeah, and I would have snuck in about 20 to work on during Les Miserables if SOMEONE had bothered to tell me that someone IMPORTANT in the show was going to die. Seriously. Like I said after it was over, "Couldn't they just have killed off another kid instead?!!" (Oh, those lucky DFW people, exposed to my raw and often unedited sense of humor.)
I always tell people, if I'm quiet, it's usually for a good reason. Meaning, I'm not saying what I'm really thinking.
In other news... I'm still suffering severe aftershocks from the DFW event. Not mentioning any names (ha ha ha), but I was around such good-looking and super-fit people (cough, cough, cough, Shouryu and Grace-Like-Rain) that I finally dragged myself to the gym today after about 2 weeks of slacking. Not to mention the fact that I have at least 15 Wookie Cookies, yummy beverages (like coffee with REAL CREAM, which is something I normally hardly ever have), and countless bowls of home-cooked food I need to burn off.
ARGH. What the hee haw did you people do to me??? I spent 20 minutes on weight machines, 10 on the treadmill, and 45 on a stationery bike. And the part I'm ashamed to admit is that I ACTUALLY kinda sorta LIKED IT.
Good crying grief!!! I HATE exercise. I feel like I've lost part of myself. What happened to the me I'm familiar with, who's happy to surf the internet for an entire day?!
If I turn into some kind of psycho gym rat (as opposed to the psycho couch potato that I naturally am), I'm blaming it all on you two, and it's not gonna be pretty. (I may go on a big cooking spree and try to feed you to death.)