There will be no white flag above my door.

Weird shit.

I slept until 5 today, and had this weird ass "Law and Order"-esque dream in which I was some homicide detective. Actually, I started out living on some farm, and this girl's brother snuck out, supposedly to sleep with some girl. Then it turned into a multiple homicide, so I guess I ended up with Lennie Briscoe and Rey, and we went into this odd jail that had an aquarium in the cell. Some guy lived there with this other guy, and it looked really nice except for the bathroom, which was horridly ghetto. We asked the guy if he had any information, and he asked if he could give his statement without being cuffed. We said yes, and he pulled this huge machete out of a pile of crap. He said that it was the murder weapon, and it wasn't very sharp, but it was really hard. And cold.

So, we walked out, and I saw that the entire place was ocean-themed. Blue paint and shells and wetness all over the prison. It was really pretty cool, but I was suddenly in new york and there were these elevator/bus things that made no sense. I did luckily end up by Sun Ray, and I wound up on the news for solving the crime. Yay.

Anyway, I woke up dehydrated and stuff, which is always loads of fun. :P

( M*A*S*H-- comfortable and warm )

Also... heh, Smallville. Goo-ood shit.

I'm starting to not like West Wing so much. Every episode is just... so predictable. And seriously, there are only so many presidential quotes you can hear in the course of a lifetime.

Mmmmm, but yay. Law and Ordery-goodness. :)