Count doesn't sound like a word anymore.

Or as Talking Teacher would say, "Cowdt".

Getting out of the house really helped. A lot. Even though it was just getting my ear chewed off by Grandma, going to Walgreens and getting some Fruit and Yogurt parfaits at McDonalds, it really improved my mood.

M*A*S*H was awesome. The first one was the one where Margaret got married and damn, did I feel bad for Frank at the end. He didn't even want to hug her, but she was so happy she just gave him this huge hug and gaily trotted off. And after everyone else left, Frank just stood there staring at the helicopter, and then he said, "Goodbye, Margaret." It was so tragic. ;_;

The second one was the one where you see the whole process through the patient's eyes. Funny shit.

(badly recalled quote time)

Winchester: "You've broken into my footlocker and read my diary!"
Hawkeye: "No I didn't. I break into it all the time but I'd never stoop that low!"
Winchester: "Then how do you explain all these disgusting drawings?!?"
Hawkeye: "It was dry reading, it needed some illustrations."

And.. okay, I did cry once it was over.. but I don't feel awful today. I really really don't.

ISN'T THAT GOOD?!?!?