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Jan. 23rd, 2006 11:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
froodleOh my God. What possessed me to think I could work twelve days in a row? It's day eight and I already feel like death only very slightly warmed up. It's like the first episode of BSG where they have to keep jumping every 33 minutes and the little counter thing at the bottom of the screen shows how long they've gone without sleep and the cast looks progressively shittier as time goes on. Last Monday I was a semi-upright human being, but by this Friday I will have devolved into a shambling beast, all matted fur and venomous fangs and poisonous drool and wildly staring eyes.
In other news, Deadwood is so awesome that I can't believe I went this long without revisiting it. I was in stitches lasst night over that scene where Dan is getting all stressed about Al liking Silas Adams, and EB is all, "Oh no, you're still his favourite, he's just pretending to like Silas because he has to pretend to like that guy Silas works for," and then Silas walks in and Al compliments his haircut and insults his mother and Johnny is like, "Awww, they're so sweet!" and Dan has to take himself off for a manly cry in the titty corner. Although, possibly not exactly like that.
In other news, Deadwood is so awesome that I can't believe I went this long without revisiting it. I was in stitches lasst night over that scene where Dan is getting all stressed about Al liking Silas Adams, and EB is all, "Oh no, you're still his favourite, he's just pretending to like Silas because he has to pretend to like that guy Silas works for," and then Silas walks in and Al compliments his haircut and insults his mother and Johnny is like, "Awww, they're so sweet!" and Dan has to take himself off for a manly cry in the titty corner. Although, possibly not exactly like that.
