Are you sure it isn't the 13th?

So much news today that made me angry. Like the reproductive discrimination legislation passing its first vote in DC. I swear I'm turning into that militant older woman with no tolerance for stupidity. Which would actually be okay because I rather that like that but not when it completely derails any plans I had on being productive. That's not so good.

After getting bummed out about stupid people, I had the misfortune of seeing the story come out about Bradley James getting his nose done. I'm sure most of the Merlin fandom has seen this, but if not, I saw it at archaeologist_d's LJ.

Then I oversalted the tri-tip for dinner. Then forgot about Alicia's piano and ended up going over half an hour late. Then tried to make it all better by going to the store and buying ice cream, which I am now feeling guilty over.

And just a few minutes ago, a galley showed up in my inbox for me to do this weekend. Which I don't want to because Craig leaves for Barcelona on Sunday. I suppose it'll give me something to do that night after he's gone since sleep won't be easy.

If I didn't know better, I'd swear it was Friday the 13th.