Hullo all!

Yes, I am finally home safe & sound from my girls' weekend in Chicago. And with plenty of time to settle in before CJ starts in an hour. =)

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!! I don't know just what I can say about Wicked. I just...yeaaaah...adored it. I was crying by the third song, visibly shaking with anticipation all during "Defying Gravity" and openly & uncontrollably weeping all during the last two songs. I really, really wish I was going to be able to see it in LA.

But I did hear that there is good news about my LA trip! *squee*

The downfall of my weekend is that I'm sick. Feverish, swollen glands, sore throat, probably not going into work tomorrow kind of sick. Blech. I really want to curl up into a ball right now.

I will, obviously, write more about my weekend later. I'm going to try to catch up on my f-list now. Ta-ta!

My non-spoilery recap of "Jump Push Fall"

I fucking love bitter, angry Woodrow Hoyt!

It totally felt like I was watching an episode of Homicide. Which, if you know anything about me, is high praise indeed.

That Coffeeroom Board is going to be a nightmare tonight. If I wasn't planning to go to bed, I'd have a field day.