I don't know how that can fit into Civil War, but it's got to be canon. ETA NYS, not gunshots as fireworks. Ah, yes, staying inside for fear of falling bullets - better than fear of actively getting shot at, I suppose, but still, do not like. So far I've been able to assume that anything that wasn't fireworks was duck hunters, although there was something that sounded like a frigging cannon last night (with no other fireworks type noises around it, just the train, so I don't know about that one)
Sitting in my living room, I can see my breath a little. Better leave myself a little extra time to scrape ice off the car this morning.
What are you doing, New Year's Steve?
What are you doing, New Year's Steve?
I'm poppin' your cork, baybee.
Wow. That sounded way funnier in my head...read in Chris Evans' voice.
That really should be 2 sentences. What are you doing?
There you go.
Even better, doesn't the actual song go, "What are you doing New Year's? New Year's Steve."
I'm picturing New Year's Steve with images from that movie where he's walking out of his apartment with just a conveniently held newspaper and a wry smile.
Oy, 2 hours sleep thanks to pain in my face. Can't tell if it is a dental issue or my trigeminal neuralgia acting up. Won't be able to see a dentist until next week, if that is the issue. Blarg, no fun.
I have avoided any work this week and have officially turned in my timesheet with zero work hours, just vacation time. Last week's vacation included 5 work hours. Kinda proud of myself though it means next week will be a bitch.
I'll take Chris Evans tonight. Or Chris Pine. Or Helmsworth. Oh, or Pratt. Pick a Chris, any Chris.
