Victoria

Dear self,

You can totally immerse yourself in HIMYM fic when you finish your Big Bang draft. You know, those five files you've had open for four days without touching? The draft that's due in 15 days? When you get that done, then you can go frolic in a shiny new fandom, okay?

(not that current fandoms aren't shiny lately-- who knew talking about food in Texas could be so sparklingly gay... oh. Right. Nevermind--and TWO Boneses this week, but no Supernatural and no Dollhouse, which: lame.)

Love,
Victoria

I really want to put together a soundtrack for this story (Deadsville = Big Bang), too, but my fanmix skills are... nonexistant. I even have some songs picked out, though I think it's probably just a shitty breakup mix:

( Cut for shitty breakup music )

No, seriously, all I'm missing is, like, "Pain" by Three Days Grace.

Trevor Crowe is seriously pretty. As in, can we go back a batter and stare at him some more, please? Because Grady doesn't do it for me.

Also: good job, Cliff Lee, getting through two without giving up a run! You're improving!

We're not talking about the Yankees' fat pitcher, though.

I take it back! GRADY SIZEMORE, I LOVE YOU.

GRANDSLAM!

It's now 10-1 Indians. In the new Stadium's inaugural game. The Debbie Downer Cleveland sports fan in me is screaming that I shouldn't celebrate yet, but... EEEEEE!