Ink Stains and Empty Teacups

Downton Abbey is slowly stealing my braincells, why is is not sunday evening 9pm GMT already?

Procrastination instinct, you officially have the worst timing ever.

Srsly.

Also, DADT? STICK THAT I YOUR JUICE BOX AND SUCK IT.

HATE YOU ALL. HATE YOU ALL SO MUCH.

May the FAIL be with you.

(Goodbyeeeee coursework!)

Instead of doing her coursework, which, by the by, is now soooo past being late it isn't even remotely funny, Sweetheart discovered a love of old black-and-white Cary Grant movies, along with a maybe-not-so-healthy-given-as-how-he's-dead-an'-all-and-even-if-he-were-alive-he'd-be-a-hundred-and-four affection for the actor himself.

So, naturally, she has spent the last week cultivating said obsession interest with much much more enthusiasm than she has ever shown her poor, neglected coursework.

Damnation, Cary Grant! A curse upon you and your dimpled chin! Darn you and your captivating voice!