Today I was smart enough to bring emergency pants (but not smart enough to wear socks), and they are not needed. I almost feel like wetting myself in retaliation for my excellent planning gone awry, but .. eww.

I found a way to disguise the majority of my leper-fisting wounds, but the bites aren’t quite past the itchy stage and my leather cuff (I would be so badass if not for the pink flowers) is making me twitch. The bites are truly disgusting to behold and I’m really conscious of the fact that it makes me look as though I’ve been ravaged by some horrible, possibly contagious skin condition. I have plans to be social tomorrow night, and I don’t want people to avoid me for fear of my wrist syphilis. I swear I’m clean!

We’re hopping onto the bandwagon a good 5 years late, but Ed and I have finally started to watch Firefly. We’ve owned the DVDs for the series and the movie for years, but getting me to sit down and pay attention to the TV for that long is an epic quest. I finally caved last weekend, and we’re 5 episodes in so far. I’m really enjoying it, but I refuse to become emotionally vested in it, knowing that it ends abruptly. Also, I accidentally spoiled a major plot point for myself and am bummed well in advance. Still, I see what all the fuss was about. I’m just a little late to the party is all.

In other news, I am totally going to send hit man spam to everyone I know.