Sleep: let us define "sleep" as being a state of restful unconsciousness, and not as being a semi-lucid heat-induced delirium in which one's experience of the universe becomes a focused kinship with an ocean of one's own sweat. Are we all on board with the definition? Good.

I hate driving standard
I hate driving standard
I hate driving standard
Now let's all have cake. Dun!

That is by no means a smear upon my Most Excellent Driving Teacher or even the slow measured process I am slowly, measuredly making towards actually being able to drive standard, but I am in a full-on 8-year-old-esque "I'm not good at it so I HATE IT!! that'll teach 'em" mode right now.

The one thing you can definitely say about this week was that it went by really fast. It went by really fast because it was so fucking difficult. Now it's Saturday and I have all kinds of stuff I'm supposed to do, not to mention the Ride for the Heart at the crack of ass tomorrow morning, but I am officially giving myself the day off. Nothin' but sunshine, blow jobs and comic books from here till sundown. Well, at least a portion of same.

And the Joss Whedon Award for Speaking the Most Like Joss Whedon Without Actually Having Joss Whedon Direct His Speech by Assuming the Form of a Large Whedony Boil On His Shoulder goes to: Brian Lynch!

"I think what we have planned is gonna knock people down, steal their wallets, pick them up, dust them off, fix their hair, give them a hoagie and a ride to the nearest carnival, accompany them on the tilt-a-whirl, hold their hair when they get sick, and pay for cab fare home. It’s THAT much fun." - Brian Lynch on Angel Season 6