Anjela, m'dear, i've said this before, but i love you. you're great. :]
holy wow. that was thunder.
joyce walks out to living room and asks alison: "was that thunder?"
"yes, i think so."
"holy fucking shit."
"i'm on the phone with my mom."
"whoops. hi mom."
mayhaps i should consider cussing less... :]
... and, finally, you know you're a geek when you're talking to someone on two different chat mediums and LJ, at the same time.
it'll be bed time soon.