Wilson!

There are, to date, six socks left on Julie's wall, stubbornly clinging to the high life, oh, bless their brave little furry hearts. Such courage is rarely seen in this day and age, especially from inanimate objects.

On House tonight I wanted to stomp on Wilson's foot.

We've been on a Sedaris kick, last few days, because really--the "Jesus Shaves" chapter of Me Talk Pretty One Day is sheer brilliance. With gems like:

"He nice, the Jesus."

and

"He weared of himself the long hair and after he die, the first day he come back here for to say hello to the peoples."

which makes me wonder how I sound to my German teacher.

While I am not particularly in a writer's block right now, I am in a naming block, that started when I was trying to figure out that Japanese guy's name (it ended up as Chance, by the way, and before you burst your nose laughing, there's a reason for it--his parents are crazy ;-)). I'm trying to figure out two names--two whole names!--for this new idea I have, and nothing I think of and nothing from the thirteen page list I have fits.

I'm big on names. If it's a major character or someone I like, he/she's gotta have a cool name before I can work on anything else. I'm idiosyncratic that way.

I am almost finished with chapter six of the fic, though. It's a lot of talk--again--since most of it deals with the Org. being all "dude, we've got this Castle Oblivion thing, and guess who's going."

It's my mom's birthday today, and I feel awful, but I really haven't had time to go into town to get a gift. I'm gonna call her later though.

Queer Studies again tomorrow, woot. I like that class. Even though Wednesday is my Hell Day. Four classes. At least one of them is Poetry, which doesn't really take much effort, at least not thus far.

Quiz in German on Friday, though, fooks.

Is it just me or is this week already too long?

Azumanga Daioh hearty goodness with me and Julie now. Oooooossaka.