just that good, I guess

What was I doing awake at 8:24 this morning, just in time to catch the announcement that coming up next on Today, Justin Timberlake would perform on the Plaza?

I don't want to consider the ramifications of being quite *that* in tune with the rather disconcerting in its reach news network devoted to the puppies.

Anyhow: Yeee!! Justin in the Plaza!!! There's a nice image to roll over to in bed. ;) Bleary-eyed and thanking my lucky stars that I didn't actually have to *get out* of bed as I fell asleep with the remote last night from taping the rerun of Leno, I huddled more snugly from the nippy north-central Florida air and watched.

He was so cold! There was much less jacket-grabbing than usual. Poor goober, Katie even offered him her coffee.

Katie: "Are *NSYNC *ntact?" She's a clever girl, that one. She introduced him as a blues man, too, which made Justin blush even through the pinch the cold had done to his cheeks.

So cute! Just. Very, very sweet, happy boy. ::basks:: I'll spare everyone my singing about sunshine.

I thought this quote summed the experience up nicely. Especially when you think about how early some of those people must've gotten there to see him perform. ::shudder::

Regis: "It's gonna get up to 65 degrees tomorrow."
Kelly: "You say that like it's warm!"


"I want cookies, I don't want bread that's short."
Oh, Regis. I feel his pain though. Thin Mints all the way, baby.

::burrows back under covers, mumbling about obscene hours and no class until two::

I'm not a junkie for fandom, no matter how like ebbing withdrawal it feels to be back

Whew. Real life intervened for a long minute in there and while yes, fun, there's a reason for the existence of the PSG.

Good to be back, kids. Also, jenn, my dearly beloved supplier of lovelier than how CLexian slash, I'm so compelled to do rousing renditions of all the 'slave' songs within my sphere of knowledge, or if it will please you learn all new ones because wow. Just. Yeah.

Someone was practicing guitar in the courtyard outside my room this morning. The beginning strings of Sweet Home Alabama wafted up through my open window for a while before the artist switched to the intro of Like I Love You. I am just that easy to please.

Also, bitterchick broke my heart today. Good thing she just updated with Hiatus or there may've been pained whimpering instead of unbridled enthusiasm over tonight's 8 Mile-centric festivities.

Hm. None of this seems to be getting Cuddle!Fic written. While I seem to harbor an irrational inability to allow my vic-, err, characters to be happy, I'm equally unwilling to contemplate the notion of beastiality with the animal I find perhaps the least appealing in all the world, bugs aside of course.

Hence, there will be fic. By Lance (TM to a soul much more clever than I) I'll shed sweat, blood and tears but mark (and so, so compelled to capitalize that) my words, for this will be the Weekend Of Productivity.

It will.
No really.
*crosses arms and taps foot impatiently*
You know, laughing that hard is probably not good for you.