(1) Why am I still awake, and
(2) Why am I so MF'ing depressed?
I mean, really, I just watched Flower Drum Song (and, like, OMG, it totally was Bloody Mary playing the ... um ... sister of the wife of the father of the oldest son who was totally supposed to fall immediately in love with the pretty illegal Chinese immigrant and marry her straight off, but he didn't b/c, well, he loved the trashy showgirl (Don't we all?) but somehow it all ended up happily with a double wedding ... I am still singing "Happy Talk." And I had to IMDB it to confirm that it really was the betelnut-chewing-Bali-Hai-singing Bloody Mary. And, then, I learned that she was dubbed in the movie [South Pacific, not Flower Drum Song] even though she won a MotherForking TONY [Tony! Tony! Tony!] by the actress who played Bloody Mary in the London version of the show and, like, fork, my entire worldview has been shattered. Whatevs.).
Yeah, I could be wrong about the Tony. I've had a bit to drink and my memory isn't what it used to be.
So, after having lots of bourbon and watching a musical which made me cry (what? double weddings are BEAUTIFUL things), I put in ... Edward Scissorhands.
As soon as I finish my drink.
In the meantime, I would just like to share that (1) I'm still depressed, (b) I can still forking be forking supportive to the forking ex-boyfriend and like [FORK!] why the hell do I do that? B/C really it's not like he's all "hey, good luck with the job applications/interviews," but rather he's all "blah blah blah my advisor sent me a bankhanded compliment and I'm not sure how to take it."
And, of course, I, being the wonderful person I am, am all, like, "hey, you impressed your advisor. Good job!"
Srsly. If you date me, I am always in your corner ...
AND, like, OMG, someone needs to get their GD Car Alarm sorted before I head out there with a sledgehammer.
And, this concludes our stream-of-consciousness blogging for the evening.