magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Sometimes I feel like doing laundry on Sunday evenings is just too traditional. I mean, it's not as if I have a real job or anything, forcing me into it. It's just the schedule that I seem to have fallen into.

Otherwise, and not to imply that laundry is in any way particularly exciting, today was boring, boring, boring. My historical problems with the day rearing the slightest sight of its ugly visage.

So yeah. Then I got drunk and rewatched the first handful of episodes of How I Met Your Mother. And if I haven't exactly said it before, can I just say how much it sucks that Alyson Hannigan is married. And a famous actor that I would likely never have occasion to meet anyway. And probably lives in LA.