the Dalaverse

::twitches:: I had to call my grandmother (the mean one) because she called while I was online (as always, clearly insulted that no one should be available to take her call) about the Christmas package that never got to her because she gave my mother the wrong apartment number a year ago, and never bothered to correct her. There was much eye-rolling, and then she hung up without saying goodbye, which is her way, but one of my particular dislikes.

Finally saw "Brokeback Mountain" last night with Kat and Tina. ( thoughts )

Okay, I shower now. I'm technically off today, but I'm working Meg's 6-closing shift because she's going to see Les Mis. Excuse me while I go douse my burning envy in cold water. I will be bitter for the REST OF MY LIFE that I couldn't afford to even attempt to get tickets to Wicked at the Kennedy Center this season.

Technically a holiday gift drabble, but culled from the rest of the herd. THIS IS ALL doolabug'S FAULT. I couldn't do the funny syphilis, and I couldn't pull the real thing off in just a few hundred words. Character death, title from Flogging Molly, and extensive mining of Wikipedia articles.


( The Son Never Shines )