Rainy, cold, and windy. Oh, my kind of day. Especially when I have nothing to do. Imladris had to go be a good person this morning so we went to Mass last night, and I was able to sleep. Wonderful. And I've done exactly nothing else.
Except obviously search for CSI icons. Which is hardly an intellectual activity and therefore does not count. This does, however, make me feel good about myself because while I spend way too much time thinking about these shows and proudly ship Mac/Stella and Catherine/Grissom, I did not have enough time on my hands to come up with the cute little nicknames "Smacked" and "Grillows". See? I have a life. Major spoiler rumors going around the boards about the CSI:NY finale...I'd be glad to enlighten you further, but I don't want to ruin it for you. (Hint: Aiden's back...for now...) All three of them look great this week. Actually I can't remember much about Miami. Cruise ship murders, Catherine confronting her father (again), and a three-way marriage...oh the juicy forensic fun I shall have!!!
Teehee. Locke's a crazy. On the treamill this morning I was watching E! News, because there's absolutely nothing on at ten on Sunday, and there was just too much celebrity gossip to handle. Tom is still in Europe, now he's in Amsterdam talking about how much he loves his baby and Katie. Yeah...hon, why aren't you home with them??? I'm just mad at him now. And he interrupted Phillip Seymour Hoffman's interview to talk about baby Suri. You do not interrupt Capote!!! I'll be he stuck around for longer than a week after his kid was born! And that creepy Ken Baker guy who always lurks around E! apparently divined that Britney is in fact preggers, and she's due in October. Wow. That's a lot of information to get from her official statment of "No comment". Sheesh.
I'm going to go find food. Forrest Gump on TBS tonight! Yay-Lt. Dan!!!!!!!!