Of course all of those things are totally frivolous and I haven’t really done any of the useful productive things I need to get done before school starts again. But I have like nine days before I go back! That’s more time than I usually give myself to get more useful stuff to do than this!
Ok…American Horror Story…GO!
Because I am watching Glee and all signs indicate that Darren Criss is about to song “Something’s Coming” from West Side Story, so I predict that if I don’t actually have a heart attack I’ll just turn into a pure liquid state. And that would seriously mess up my keyboard.
Update: *I am dead*
So you know what’s a good way for a nearly-two-week-long marathon of nightmares to get a little more bearable? This dude showed up in last night’s:
That’s right, Darren Criss to the flipping rescue. And it was this version of him, with the big ol’ hair from AVPM. He didn’t even DO anything; he was just suddenly there and after that no more particularly nightmarish shit happened. Doesn’t entirely cancel out that earlier parts of the dream including the plot to melt the ice caps in order to drown me (with my mission to stop it all failing horrifyingly), a large, flying, vaguely whale-like monster that I had to RIDE AROUND ON, and a moving, shape-shifting statue of Gollum that tried to grab me. There was also a mechanical bull on a pedestal, but that was more confusing than alarming.
In any case, if this is what listening to the Warblers’ album right before I fall asleep gets me, I have officially found a new habit.