Continental Drift

I just realised that I've been home for four days now, together with the weekend... meaning that one quarter of my long-awaited holiday is over. *weeps uncontrollably*

And I've done absolutely nothing yet. Well, apart from doing my duty and going voting, that is, which of course meant catching a slight cold that kept me home yesterday. (But at least I can spend the next four years with a clear conscience, knowing I did everything in my power to make sure Keskerakond gets one more vote against them.) And today I didn't feel like doing much anything apart from re-discovering Zuma and finally completing the adventure game, finding one more level I'd never got to before - go me!

And I'm all caught up with 24, which for now seems to be the only American show left that I can be bothered to follow... even if it's getting sillier and sillier, and is trying to beat its own clichés... but Bill Buchanan has such pretty blue eyes, which is more than enough reason to put up with the rest. Obviously. ;-)

And why the hell does the mention of potions in Keith's You Don't Move Me make me think of Snape? :-S