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(Quick note: Porn set to "Secret Agent Man". *whipcrack* Hop to it, Katie!)

So there's this Vietnamese restaurant about three miles from my house. I've gotten halfway addicted to it because it is tasty. (Then again, I just love Vietnamese food.) I wish I could have gone with Brian yesterday while he was here, but we went to Peking House instead. Curry beef makes us happy.

So, yesterday we watched the entirety of the Star Wars original trilogy. We spent as much time humming along with the Imperial March and commenting on who lived, who died, and how EU fit in as we did making fun of it.

I've missed him. I'm missing him right now. (I'm also worrying about him, but he's driving from TN to Michigan, so.)

In other news, I dreamed last night that Ralph was moving to Tallahassee to be with Marge (his most recent girlfriend) because she was pregnant with his kid. This is bizarre for multiple reasons.... the chief of them being that Marge is about sixty years old. I seriously doubt she is capable of getting pregnant anymore.

Another reason this dream is bizarre? I don't really care what he does, where or with whom he does it, or why. Marge especially falls into my "do not care" area. I actually rather approve of her (god knows she's a damn sight better than Christie, because Christie did my grandmother's hair for the funeral).

I keep surprising myself with how weird I am.

Also, this recently came to my attention.

Dear you,

Count. Dracula. Doesn't. Sparkle. You picked the wrong vampire - try again.
Thanks for the attention, and have a sparkly good day.

My fury knows no bounds. I want to hold Stephanie Meyer personally responsible for the existence of whatever inspired this rant. I want to hold her responsible with fire.