Alan Rickman is useless....

Okay, so I had squat to do today so I did something dumb. Really dumb. I told myself not to do it. I'd regret it when I was still awake at one o'clock, staring into space, waiting, just waiting for the tape to rewind so I could watch the movie from the start. Yes. I did it. I watched Die Hard. And now...now, I'm on an Alan Rickman binge. It's sad. Sad. Alan Rickman. What a weirdo. Much love for him as a surly, German terrorist. <3 <3.

This is what it's like when all my friends are either gone or have jobs. Maybe I should get a job.

Oh, and Sarah isn't going to PA. The day she gets back I maybe leaving. Ahrg. Frustration. Oh well. I wonder where she is now? In Germany? No. I think they're taking a train from Amsterdam to Berlin. AH! Why don't we have trains here? They're so cool. We have tracks all over this blessed country but instead of using them we load up the highways with all the gas-guzzling trucks.

Enough of this. I need to go watch Galaxy Quest.
(Pardon my gross obsessiveness. It will end soon. I promise.)