Yesterday, I somehow managed to spend, yeah at a coffee shop and all that, but some adequate time with my new Coffee Friend. Four hours, in fact. That's a lot of coffee.
Shitters! I have either developed a crazy caffeine habit (God, these cappuccino's are so underrated. I used to get a jones for tequila, but now it's a good cup of Joe with froth on the top), or I've met a lovely person in the process, while balancing a growing caffeine addiction.
I lay on the couch last night with a friggin' heating pad on my lower back. Granny was half-crippled by nightfall, I think due from untimely duress.
Luckily Grey's Anatomy bought some light-hearted entertainment in light of Seth Green (cool cameo dude) bursting an artery right onto Meredith's unassuming sister, who'd just been fucked over by Alex.
Good times. Grey's never fails to entertain and thought provoke, on some shallow level, at any rate.
(Except the blood was a bit icky and all that.)
The Dove and I are proceeding with our series writing. She wanted to write a movie, but I think that might involve too much structure and plot analysis. And after mein buch, I think a series is far more doable and perhaps not too time-consuming in light of other career stuff.
We're going to be alter–egos, as our personal characters. Or people we aren't basically. This should be fun.