So. Well.

I'm home.

Someone else, however, is stuck in bumfuck because Grey Hound deserves to be run into the ground or something. ::facepalm:: I'm under orders not to worry, however, so...

It was fun. We geeked out like you wouldn't believe. Watched nine, yes, nine different movies because they had David Krumholtz in them. Argued over whether the bleach-blond!Krumholtz was worse or the sparkly!mullet!Krumholtz. Also, I tend to think I like my Charlie in pants. It's gonna be a thing. But he's funny! And cute! And I am a sad sack fo fangirl and no one cares so :p.

But OMG the geeking and the Krumholtz, cause it was his weekend and the Numb3rs, which needs more love, people, for real. And there was some Firefly thrown in too, because... well, because.

(Someone Not Me is going to be writing Charlie/River. Just. You. Wait. But not me. Oh no. ::is stern:: )

So. Uh... Don't know what more to say. But I'm just this side of scared as hell of my f-list at the moment. skip=4000 here I come? ::sighs::

Oh! ( GG! )