I had a terrible dream last night that Brian Boitano was Canadian! It was a whole scandal and he was arrested and the Olympic Committee took away his medals, so that meant that the USSR actually got more medals in the 88 Olympics and then somehow that meant we lost the Cold War too! People were crying in the street in front of giant screens where President Obama was trying to comfort the nation, but the Boitano scandal had given the birthers’ claims credence, so the President’s credibility was shattered.
I woke up freaked out and ran to google just to make sure. We’re good. Boitano’s ours. I frankly blame @astinto and @MBartyzel for getting inside my head! Get out get out get out! And give me back Ryan Reynolds!
And since we’re already inside my crazy head… I’m writing this on Malcolm as my bus crawls to the subway station. But yesterday I accidentally downloaded 405 pictures of Zac Efron to my phone and now it’s being really slow and buggy, but I can’t very well delete 405 pictures of Zac Efron on purpose? Right?! Well, 393, I deleted the ones with Vanessa Hudgens in them because he just looked so unhappy. Oh yeah, who just did three digit math subtraction in her head?! This guy!
Oh, and yesterday I fell to second on the coder board, probably because I’ve found a way to watch TV at work. But it’s okay, I now use beating up on @Grange95 in words with friends to bolster my self esteem, so there’s that. Pokiest wino, indeed.
Checks calendar… birthday season might need to start in May this year.