Eight Hours for What

Let it be duly noted that it's actually the 28th of April. I hate blogger.

So my kidneys definitely suck. And the phrase "sleep fights cancer" is stuck in my head. And while the original is, of course, better, the new Footloose was quite satisfactory, especially the new Ren with his adorable Bostonian accent and Willard. That's all that needs to be said. Willard.

Just to make sure, I don't have cancer, I've just been reading TFIOS, and there is absolutely no "t" sound in the word "across." Please don't give me reason to have murderous thoughts toward you.

Started watching Lost (oh dear). Sierra is gosh darn lovely, and tumblr also sucks.