until someone finds a hot fudge planet

Went in to work late due to a freaking horrible headache this morning -- it's these shifts in the weather, I swear. Cold then warm then cold then warm -- my head is screaming at me. Ugh. Luckily felt well enough to meet up with leftofcenternyc for dinner, where we were scrutinized openly and rudely by the Texans sitting next to us. It was...weird, and slightly amusing. Yes, yes, New Yorkers in their natural habitat, please don't talk to us, okay? Also, our waiter looked like he had a black eye, and Texas lady said to him, "How did you get that black eye?" and the waiter said, "It's not a black eye, it's a birthmark." OMG. Seriously, people. You think you're being friendly and folksy or whatever but you are being RUDE. STOP IT. It was also depressing that we were at Brooklyn Diner, land of glorious kugel and other many yummy things, and everyone, every tourista in there, was eating a burger and fries. So sad. Okay, I promise I will stop bitching about tourtists now.

Afterward we ventured into Toys R Us in Times Square (I KNOW) and actually made it out alive. And I got the nephew shopping done. Woo hoo!

Then I came home and watched Battlestar Galactica which has killed me dead from awesomeness. I am writing from beyond the grave. ( ZOMG. )

There will be icons. Oh yes, there will be. There may even be fic, if I can get this stupid J/D ficlet done in the next 24 hours.

OK, I need to go to bed, holy lord. Need to get up at a decent hour and figure out what to do about the rest of my Christmas shopping.

Yay for appropriate mood theme images.