Heroes is officially dead to me. I am done with it. It serves no further purpose in my existence. It had been relegated to "watch me while you put away your laundry" status...but it has now fallen past that. Poor choice NBC...poor choice. I feel like I'm going to replace it with Dolllhouse--for I love me some Eliza Dushku.
As a word of warning, if anyone ever decides to train for a marathon, you will notice that your joints do not approve whatsoever. I walk around like an old man at school (which is good, because I didn't have enough old man traits going on already) and when I wake up my knees pop as loud as the back of a movie theater concession stand.
Speaking of movies (and BTW, Dan, I'm sorry I didn't e-mail you back sooner. I'm a bad person). I really want to get drunk and go see Watchmen at midnight. Jessie has already said she's not going with me, so I see no reason not to go opening night with all of the fat guys wearing comic book guy t-shirts who scoff at the inaccuracies of the film. It comes out the day before my spring break starts. I'm excited. If anyone wants to join me (in spirit/electronically/wants to drive your ass to the STL in early March [woo!] I highly encourage it).
That's about it. Going to Mardi Gras on Saturday...will try not to die.
