Oh, you know what time it is.

You know, until a few minutes ago, I'd never heard Jonathan Rhys-Meyers sing.

I think...I need some new undies. Holy hell. Just another layer of teh pretty.

Here's the song, from August Rush - This Time.

Also, this fic, by Anonymous, fucking OWNS me. I nearly melted into a puddle, and right before work, too. Paging Dr. Freud, STAT.

Luckily, there was some eye candy at work in the form of a couple cutie-pie patrons and one co-worker. It's at times like this that I really hate being married, I can't get no satisfaction. ( Promises, promises. Hormonal angst ahead. )

*wades out of the angst pool*

Heh, check out Gingerbread Ghetto. That's the kind of holiday craft I can get behind!

Other than that...I got nothing but a whole lot of energy going to waste. :-P