RESTLESS -- (15 days from tomorrow to go)

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I am restless, crazily so. Antsy, scattery, twitchy, bouncy, pacey. Am high on salmon (protein, whoa--I've doubled the amount I've been eating now that I am working out (gotta be ready for those mountains of Wales, you know) and whoa--yeah, I no longer feel leeched like a vampire and just...crazy. Blink blink blink.

Too hot to walk the dogs, house cleaning sucks, too early to pack, finances already done, telly is boring, off-day for exercising, can't focus... useless!

Maybe I should bake something. Except...I don't want to because then I'd have to put away the dishes and clean the kitchen and frankly I don't feel like it. Dammit.

Husky Instinct: just got back from once-again, fixing two bored huskies' latest escape attempt. Sigh. That killed about ten minutes.

This is going to be a long two weeks.

C

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They are very attractive for being dirty boys from Jersey, ne? Well, to be fair, Bob's from Chicago, but he's probably honorarily from Jersey at this point.

And they mostly make great zombie victims because they do things like twitter about playing Left 4 Dead for days on end and watching horrible B horror movies, and do interviews about their favorite super heroes and things. Like that one where Frank actually MAKES Bob change his opinion on Superman. And everything else. HIS GIGGLE. ♥



Alright, I'll stop now, sorry. They're possibly my favorites forever though, even when you push bandom aside and just get to the music and the comic books and the massively earnest personalities.