It is finally cold. YAY!?

O, I love Halloween. This is no surprise to anyone. What I don't love? Having my filling break and a possible infection the week of. Dentist is on Thursday and hopefully I'll be cleared for all the candy I'll be stealing eating Friday.

Things I love today:
* Having Roadside Assistance. You see, I had a flat tire last night and forgot that I bought RA when I bought the car. Came in great to change the tire.
* Stewart. He took me to the grocery store when I thought I didn't have RA and then hung out for a bit, despite his being allergic to every animal in my house.
* Being able to buy four(!) new tires.

Things I do not love today:
* Having to buy the aforementioned tires. Totally shitty, but really needed. The tread was coming off and I didn't know it. OOPS!
* Not being able to eat really because of aforementioned filling. Ugh.
* Being in a CFIDS flare. It's not something I talk about a lot, because most of the time I'm fine, but damn, I'm tired.

It has finally turned cold in the Land of Hot. This is good except that when the heat is turned on in the house, my room is 5 degrees hotter than any other room. I'd love to be able to open my window, but I'd really like to have a burglar bar put on. Mine's the only one on the outside of the fence. I don't want horny boys crawling through my open window! (OK, maybe, but only Edward Cullen, who of course wouldn't be stopped by bars.)

Found out FOAF is bi-polar. He's been distant the last couple of weeks and now I get it. He's worried it'll make me not want to hang or something, but it doesn't. He's not the first one I've known to have it and he probably won't be the last. I'm not worried, I'm relieved. At least this way I know how to handle it when he's distant and stuff.

My VCR crapped out on me. I'm very devestated. It still works, it'll play and record manually, but the timer doesn't seem to want to work. Which means now I must be home to start it taping. That could be ok, but what if I forget? Do you know how long it takes the C-Dub to put episodes up??? Waaaay too long. Almost a week. And then it starts skipping and is obnoxious. And yes, I'm old school. I love my VCR. If I had a DVR, I'd just find more crap to tape and that wouldn't be good for anyone! But now I have to make sure I'm home to tape Super Why on Friday. Special Halloween episode, don't you know.

Uh, I'm a little anxious to get back to my Gossip Girl book, so, yeah. Love me some S and B and N and C. And I'd like a nap for $200 please Alex.

It's times like these...

that I wish I drank more.

I'm sick, again. I'm tired. I'm hurt, physically. Fucking Sudafed should not be taken at night and I should know this by now, but I took it anyway and then never could get to sleep and now I'm just all "ARGH FUCK OFF!" at the world.

I took all these pictures for my great "How to Make a Fake Pumpkin" post, but then when I went to edit them, I found out Jeremiah lacks any kind of decent photo editing software. WTF, Jerry. Now, I leave you guys fake pumpkin knowhow-less.

My day is slightly better. Star Trek Voyager is back on. I hate when Spike switches things up and I don't get my nerdiness in. Yes, I'm a big fat nerd. Ok, not as big as SOMEONE I know, because I have never been to a convention for ST or dressed up. Not that I didn't want to, cause I always wanted to be Counselor Troy from TNG for Halloween when I was younger. I wish I had a fucking Holodeck. That shit would be awesome.

I got nothing. Sorry.

I've the plague.

Okay, so it's not the plague, despite my rat/mouse problem. Fucking vermin. But, I am sick, the doctor confirms it. Yay.

I just want to say that Prospective Boyfriend is very sweet and cute, if a little real world challenged. After making out for hours on Tuesday (and I mean that literally) he wanted to go to sleep holding me. While I think that could be very nice, we still have no commitments to each other. I believe that doing that would most certainly imply boyfriend status, but we aren't the assuming type.

In my all consuming quest of being an absolute tv dork, I'm going to ask a question that Payton asked the guy who's going to turn out to be her real dad (One Tree Hill):

Name the Top 5 albums you'd have to have if you were stranded on an island or could only ever hear 5 albums for the rest of your life. And why.

Here are mine, in no particular order.

**Tennessee by Lucero. It's the perfect, never get sick of it album. Works equally well for heartbreak and for love. I cannot pick one song that's better than another here. It's gritty, it's real.

**The Wicked soundtrack. Yes, to the Broadway show. There's a lot of wisdom in those there songs. Defying Gravity wins out for wisdom-ness.

**Jars of Clay's Furthermore. It's very hard for me to pick one album, so if I can't make my own to take, this one will do. Has great songs. Off of this one, I'm going with Something Beautiful.

**Woman As Salvation by Jackopierce. It's mellow and acoustic and lyrically beautiful. It's a toss up between More Than He Could Give and Advent for best song.

**Sounds of Summer by The Beach Boys. Love them. Has all the great songs. I, once again, can't pick one song to chose from. Put it on random and the next song up is my favourite.

And big congrats are in order to Issa who had a beautiful little boy a week ago. He is gorgeous and makes me want to find someone to impregnate me.

I love Funny Shit.

And this commercial is funny. (Hit him in the head, Rose!)



In other news, I am happy. Big shock, I know. Coffee Date Guy can now be referred to as Potential Boyfriend. We headed downtown to the oldest (and fanciest, oooh) hotel last night for drinks and discussed what it means to be a Whiskey Kind of Girl, which he is not, because a) he doesn't like whiskey (more for me!) and b) he's not confident, tough or no nonsense. Oh, and he's not a girl. I got the "I really like you" during our goodbye and the "I totally want to go shopping with you because then it's not weird when I go shopping for girls' clothes" during drinks. Disturbing much? I HATE shopping. Hate. Like, I only subject my mom and one other person to it because it usually ends up with me in a crumpled heap on the dressing room floor, crying about how God hates me and why does none of this shit ever fit/look/feel right WHY GOD WHY. Ahem. And so this afternoon I am going to torture myslef by trying to find pants that don't make my stomach look like a fucking muffin, mmmkay? Where was I? Right, Potential Boyfriend. He's an odd one, but also very sweet and trying to woo me. Case in Point, he bought my ticket for Super Big Music Fest on Sunday and won't accept money from me. Hmmm. No, we are still not calling him SugarDaddy. Ew, gross.

Elsewhere in the world, I am needing to see Gossip Girl S1, because now I'm super hooked on it. Debating whether to watch it in a theatre full of other devotees and not feel so bad. If they'd air OTH after it, I'd so be there. I'm still undecided on the new 90210, but I haven't seen last night's epi, so. Although if I watch it today, plus the two hours airing on SoapNet later, and add in the hour I already watched, that's 4 hours of 90210. And it's not even my favourite show!

I started walking again this week, now that I've been given the medical go ahead. Felt like ass this morning, but walked about a mile and a half. That's a lot for me. I'll probably end up walking 2.3 from Music Fest to parking Sunday night. Great. Oh, and when I got home? Totally made queso for breakfast.

Oh, did you hear? Clay Aiken is Gay. Wow, I totally never saw that coming. I thought we were going to get married and have more babies and now I have to go get the "Clay Forever!" tattoo removed from my ass. DAMN YOU CLAY AIKEN!