argh.

I gotta get out of here.
Ok, going... going...

*gone*

Right, just joking. No, really. Seriously, that was earlier.
This is now. So it's 11:44 pm. My face is oily. Going to go wash it now. I just vaccuumed, hope the landlords don't mind... Ha ha. No, really. Washing face now. Here I go... Ok, I'm back. And. Can anyone tell I'm delerious!?

Just finished up watching "Ladder 49" with Steven, and I think it really is one of the most Hollywoodized cheeze balls of attempts to recruit people into the reality of being a fireman. And it makes it really attractive, but Backdraft was a helluva lot better. Better plot, better acting, although Joaquin Phoenix is mm mm good, (seems to be putting on a tad bit more weight than earlier films) and John Travolta as always danced at least once in the movie, keeping to tradition, of course. But I found it rough going back and forth from this dying bit and all the flashbacks to his life. I wanted to know the stories of all the other firemen as well, not just bits of our Jack. Anyway. Now I'm contemplating whether I should stay up and watch the Incredibles or go to bed, waiting for dreams to take me away, or combine the two, and daze out in front of the blazing tube.

Oh! Gotta put the enchiladas away first. These ones came out much better than the other batch, I find that following my natural style of a smorgasbord and goulash of everything in the mix goes well when the flavors compliment each other. And the cornbread is a success as always. It's nice to cook when I've got reasons to... And I know well that anything is better than homework.

Right.
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