Have spent the last week watching all previous seasons of So You Think You Can Dance. This Sunday morning has so far involved shrieking with glee at my computer screen; I swear this is the only reality show in the world where the people I am rooting for from their first tryout almost always get through. God I love watching people dance, especially boys doing contemporary. Starry-eyed right now.
Ignore my 'theoretically functioning'. I am 95% certain this is the end of the road for poor old Sebastian. He's been a good and friendly if somewhat temperamental PC and I shall miss him. And spend the rest of the day crying because now I not only don't have all my music, but I don't have any way to get it back, either, until, presumably, I annoy my parents enough that they buy me a new machine. *s* I know, it could be worse. But. :/