So, a couple of weeks ago, UT Laura and I went to this steakhouse place. And this place loves Willie Nelson. Murals on the walls, albums hung up, decopaged collages on the tables. Texas Roadhouse <3 Willie Nelson.

So we're ordering, and I'm having trouble explaining to the waitress that I don't want anything with caffeine. Do they have Diet Sprite? No. Is their iced tea decaffeinated? No. Is their iced water just from the tap? Yes. (Ew. Austin's tap water reminds me of the water Lea Thompson pours Marty McFly in Back to the Future Part III.) Do they have bottled water? Let me go check. Ten minutes later she brings it back.

I had to remove the label as the bottle itself wouldn't scan properly.

Sometimes I wonder if my roommate is physically incapable of cooking without singing. Or, if she's incapable of cooking without singing while I'm trying to watch TV. Even in the other room, it's distracting. Like, I think God has gotten that you're praising Him already.

Why did they make Jack's hair so short this season? I don't like it. (Ha! Jane Espenson from accounting!)

So, my cousin and cousin-in-law sent me a Target gift card, and they (shockingly) didn't have BSG, so I picked up XF S2, newer, cheaper edition. But then I was like, I never finished watching S1, so I might as well start over. So I just got done watching the Pilot. And it's funny, because I never noticed it before (and it may just be me doing so much writing lately), but man oh man does the exposition fly early on. CC was like, I'll be sly. I'll have Scully exposit Mulder's backstory, and Mulder exposit hers! No one will ever notice it that way!

Heh, so I totally called in a noise complaint against the apartment next to me. Last night, 1:15, I'd had enough. They were so loud and rowdy that there was no way I was going to walk over and ask them to shut up already. The operator who runs the 24-hour apartment complex hotline said she was going to send someone over, and I stayed up a bit longer, reading, waiting for it, but I don't think anyone showed up. At 2am, I finally put earplugs in and fell asleep.

And people wonder why I hate people. (Actually, I don't think people do wonder. It's something you tend to take at face value. "I don't like most people." "Mmhmm.")

I had this bizarre pain in the middle of my hand, on the top of it, today. And I don't remember pulling anything or hitting it, although I must have. But still, I had this brief, millisecond thought of, "Is it stigmata?" Thanks, brain. You always quickly supply the best shots-in-the-dark.

So concludes my birthday. Thank you everyone for the assorted birthday wishes! They made me feel all warm inside, like a brandy sniffer, but not being all shaken.

Since I didn't get any school work done today, I have to work extra hard tomorrow. Bah. I'm looking forward to spring break; I'm feeling a little run-down. Writing two different things at the same time is hard, people.

So, I have watched a lot of shows with mythological underpinnings, some more blatant than others, but this is the first time I've seen someone pull a Kronos. So awesome.

Today was my absolute favoritest weather ever; about 55, windy, damp; it smelled like a greenhouse. I just wished that there was a nice place to take a walk nearby. There's the main river just north of me, but the path alongside it is right next to the street, with apartment buildings all over the place, so it's not exactly the great outdoors. So, I thought about going for a walk for about 30 seconds, then proceeded to watch TV and movies all day. "Yay! It's gorgeous outside!" *vegetate*

Why is it that when I decide to make something, something that suddenly sounds really, really good, and I get out the recipe, I'm always missing exactly one (1) ingredient?