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Feb. 25th, 2006 11:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
froodleVague attempt to do something other than sleep and cough sadly on my day off ended in ignomious defeat today after I dozed through three consecutive episodes of the A Team, waking up to various scenes that made even less sense than usual, including Face getting married to a nun, Amy putting explosives on hubcaps and Murdock being a horse rustler. Normally that stuff wouldn't phase me, but the fact that I slept through any explainations, however flimsy, made everything far too confusing for my cold-fuddled brain.
On plus side, I now feel quite a lot better, and am well enough once again to bitch and moan about Face's stupid ironed jeans and pastel sweaters. Pastels are the work of the Devil.
On plus side, I now feel quite a lot better, and am well enough once again to bitch and moan about Face's stupid ironed jeans and pastel sweaters. Pastels are the work of the Devil.
