NCIS

Bloodbath. Episode 67 (3x21). Abby and Gibbs in the elevator.

I can't stop crying.

"Don't eat salad.

Drink a Coke. You need more calories."

I love my doctor.

Not really much I can say right now

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?

It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Don't dish it out if you can't take it

So, I've been really sick for the past week and a half now. And one of my three passive-aggressive roommates (who is Swiss, in case you're wondering) has really outdone himself, from leaving large piles of garbage to rot in the middle of the kitchen to playing incredibly loud, angry, angst-ridden music at all times of the day and night.

So anyway, yesterday when I was trying to sleep, he turned on his angry, angst-filled music on at full blast. After about an hour of having songs where "motherfucker" was every third word blared through my wall, I'd had enough. I compiled an hour-long playlist of the loudest, rowdiest country songs I could think of, cranked up the volume on my computer, and told it to sing its little heart out. And it did, starting with Travis Tritt's "T-R-O-U-B-L-E", going through Alabama, Brooks & Dunn, Big & Rich and Gretchen Wilson, and finishing off with a rabble-rousing rendition of the National Anthem of the United States of America.

I think he just about died of culture shock. At any rate, he hasn't played any loud music since.

Just in case he decides to start up again, though, I'm compiling a playlist of loud country songs about Texas...

Still sick.

New and improved! Now with vertigo!

Doctor's appointment #2 is in 8 hours and 45 minutes. Not like I'm counting down the time or anything.

Here's your sign

Before you ask, yes, I'm still sick. I've been trying to entertain myself while waiting for my doctor's appointment, and what better way to do that than with the "Here's your sign" sketches?





Gotta love Bill Engvall...

Dear Mom,

Please send American deodorant. Thanks. Love, Me.

Seriously, y'all... I ran out of American deodorant yesterday. Went to Migros to buy some European deodorant and was dismayed by the selection. Saw one that was supposedly "hypo-allergenic" and rejoiced... until I read the ingredients and saw that it contained fragrance.

Note to all of the deodorant makers out there: a hell of a lot of people are allergic to fragrance. Myself included.

So now I am suffering from a headache from my fragrance-containing deodorant and can't wait to get my hands on some Secret unscented solid sticks.

That care package can't come quickly enough!