Watched the new Die Hard over the weekend. Loved it. Eddie poked fun at me because I’d never seen the original, so he bought it a couple of weeks ago and we watched it together last week.

Initial thoughts on SciFi network’s Tinman - Fantastic corsets, Alan Cumming rocks, and there’s little tiny bits from the original movie. Naturally, I’m completely pissed off that part 2 is on tomorrow night during the finale of Heroes, which we most definitely won’t be missing.

I’m nearly done with another crocheted hat. I’ll have to post pics and things when I finally finish it.

It’s very warm here right now, hovering at around 85F. Chaucer is sitting in the living room window watching the workmen install a new door on our building. Pickle is lounging her her cage, because the bedroom is cooler than the living room. I’m enjoying an entire afternoon of lounging in some sweats and one of Eddie’s wifebeater shirts, nice and comfy. I made a steak sandwich for lunch, and since I’m working tonight, Eddie is in charge of dinner tonight.

Neither of us has seriously sat down to play WoW lately. I logged in briefly earlier this week just to update the guild roster, and then today to download the newest patch. Between family issues, work, and just not being in the mood to do anything more than sit on the couch, watch tv and dvds, and crochet, my poor Onomatopoeia is languishing at level 54. I’ve got tomorrow off, so I might log in and just farm some leather or something mindless like that.

We bought season 1 of Dexter a couple of weeks ago, and whenever there’s nothing good on tv we’ve popped in a dvd and watched an episode or two. It’s pretty good, and we’re really enjoying it. Since I picked out this set, Eddie gets to pick out the next one we buy. This week starts all the network premiers, so that’s what we’ll be watching. Last night’s shows weren’t bad at all. Chuck was funny, Heroes was predictably cool, and while Journeyman wasn’t too bad, it was like Quantum Leap with a Blackberry instead of Al. I missed the premier of Survivor last week because I was working, which doesn’t bother me since the first episode is never very interesting to me anyway. This Thursday is CSI and ER premiers, which will be cool. We have our own little Casa McBride premier party here, snuggled on the couch with Chaucer trying to attack our feet.

We did our taxes the other day, and are looking at a decent refund, which should help fund our escape from Pawtucket this spring. Eddie and I have a $5 bet going as to whether or not we can pack the entire house into one of those smallish U-Haul trucks. I’m betting not.

As of yesterday, I’d been felt up by 3 different chicks this week. Eddie said this was “fucking hot”. I learned yesterday that ultrasound gel is very slimey and not as cold as I expected, and that the inside of my boobs looks like sponge. I found the lumpy bit that my doc said she felt, and so now I can keep an eye (hand?) on it; Eddie refuses to touch it. I also discovered that Lexapro is best taken at night, not right before work, so that one is asleep when the strange pukey-dizzy feelings start. They do go away, right?

There’s 4 days until my birthday. I have reached the end of my 20’s. I’m not sure how I feel about this. I do know that I want a birthday tiara. We’re going to Mom’s house on Monday for birthday stuff, and we’ve got a WoW guild meetup on Sunday afternoon, where we’ll probably all show off our new characters on Will’s frickin sweet monitor, force someone out into the cold to grill burgers, and eat a lot. Any guildies or Eonar folks who make it to this page, please send Onomatopoeia some gold and meat/fish for her her pet cat, Roar.

We’ve got a new guy at work who will be covering the extra shifts that I’ve been covering for the past few months after we lost the last tech. He’s a nice guy so far, and he’s a hard worker, as demonstrated by the fact that he kept going out to the vitamin wall and straightening out the shelves and making the rest of us slackers look bad.

Survivor starts tonight, Grissom is back on CSI, and I’m hoping that we can go out and get some dinner and watch tv all night on the couch or in bed. I’m thinking Pizza Hut or something like that - hot and cheesey.

I love being a grown-up (age-wise anyway). There’s no one with the authority to tell me that instant Hamburger Helper stroganoff (way better than I expected it to be) and a bowl of Caesar croutons and dressing does not make a good lunch.

My walk to Walgreens took me 35 minutes. This doesn’t include the 15 minutes I spent walking around looking at dye and makeup while I was there. At this moment, I’m sitting at my desk, slathered in red dye, munching on my un-salad. In another hour or so I’ll go rinse, then drive to Walmart to pick up some stretch velvet for my dress, then run back home to assemble said dress before I go to this graduation shindig thing.

I’ve got tomorrow off too, so Eddie and I will be sitting here all day doing absolutely fuck all. He’s worked an insane amount of hours this week - when he punched into work yesterday morning he was at 57 for the week thus far - so I’m thinking that we’ll do very little. I’d like to watch some of the DVD set he bought me for our anniversary and maybe play a little WoW, and maybe get a little nookie. Maybe I’ll even keep my cap and gown on.

Probably not, because that’s just a bit weird.

Last night we got home just in time to catch almost all of Survivor, which we watched curled up in bed. When it was over, Eddie rolled over and went to sleep while I turned the volume down almost all the way and put the closed captioning on and watched the premiers for CSI and ER. I think the CSI premier was much better than ER, mostly because over the last few years ER has done less of the hospital-centric stuff and more of the soap opera-ish shit that I’m not fond of. Plus, compared to last season’s cliffhanger finale, ER’s premier really didn’t do all that great and was a fairly predictable rehash of nurse Hathaway’s birth episode (without the gunfight in the lobby, of course).

I don’t think I’ve ever hated the writers of ER any more than I do at this very moment.