Blargh, I can’t watch more than three minutes of basically any sitcom without remembering why I hate society.

Woke up to my Pottermore e-mail. Is anyone home or online or answering my texts of excitedness? No.

Me: “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Braxton: “I’ll count to sixty.”
Me: “Err, actually, closer to half an hour.”

Damnit. I hate when kids learn about time.

Minor earthquake a few minutes ago.
I assume it’s just more of the construction that’s been plaguing the street for the past four years.
My sister believed it was Slenderman, kidnapping her.

Thirty anime series set to “on hold” on my list.
“OMG I SHOULD REWATCH DIGIMON.”

Chapters had Glee’s cover of SING on over the speakers today. Almost killed a bitch.