drunk duck

after, once again, being too drunk to actually finish watching/remember "Tourist Trap", I fell like an old stumble sot and severely injured my ankle.
Now I am holed up on my couch, foot properly elevated, BTVS Season 2 keeping me company, and hoping beyond hope that my cats will soon develop eerily humanlike capabilities, such as sandwich making.
But the point: all of you who missed Blood Squad are unfavorable reptiles.
Stop rock climbing roomies, and bring me my cigarrettes and perhaps a tofu sandwich from madision market! or at the very least, turn your phones back on so my attempts at catholic guilting can be properly excised.
i fucking love this season, primarily because oz falls for willow whilst she is in her eskimo suit.
gak! harold and maude, come refreeze mommys ice pack!