I Loves Me Some Pie

Grurgh...it is so a sound effect.
So, even though the bronchitis meds are well and truly done, I still have a cough. And it is a most unfortunate one because it sounds like I'm clearing my throat at you even though I am definitely not. So if perchance I'm standing behind you and you think I'm clearing my throat at you, I'm actually coughing. Unless you're being a douche, then it's definitely an angry throat clearing.
AUSSI, I ordered Runaways 4 weeks ago. Where is it? Not at my fucking house that's for damn sure! *irrational anger because clearly she's already read it*
In autre news, it took us until 1240 to close tonight! ARRRGH! *stabs certain concession workers who totally don't know who they are but definitely deserve it right in the eye*.....*but totally not the OTHER concession worker who actually did his jobs. well done. pat on the back* I hate new kids...I wish I was dead...or sleeping.
SPEAKING OF SLEEPING, I was kept up until 130 yesterday morning by the most delightful little movie. Maybe you've heard of it, maybe you haven't, The History Boys? Based on the ridiculously popular play and starring THE SAME GUYS from the play in the actual film itself (which really REALLY enhances the experience lemme tell you) it basically centers around a group of 8 boys in England who are ridiculously smart (like, frighteningly) and who all have a chance at Oxbridge (ie. Oxford or Cambridge University) and ridiculous amounts of glory. It's actually amazingly put together and made me seriously consider (until I found out how much it costs) going to a university in England. Because they're education system? Way better than ours. Like, leaps and bounds better. We make the Americans look like shit (sometimes), but damn, the British have us beat into a tasty maple flavoured pulp. Even if there is inappropriate fondling. But mmmm, British boys. ...ANYWAY, give it a go, it's worth the effort.
Also, extremely excited for HP7 release night. "Deatheater #75" is a go, repeat, "Deatheater #75 a.k.a. Cannon Fodder" is a go. Now I just need a corset. And a skirt. And a cloak. And a temporary Dark Mark tattoo....oh dear.
Supernatural is over for the next four months.... *le sigh* Oh Dean, what will I do without you? Other than get repetitive stress problems in my hand....wow, you didn't need to know that. Oh well, it's already been typed, too late to go back now.
Auf wedershen pets....no, I can't type in German. Neither can you. Shut up about it.