Well, my brain maybe.

Howl's Moving Castle.  ... must... stop... watching...

4 times in one weekend. ... It's just Christian Bale's voice, right? Right? And not that that marathon of Lady Lovely Locks, She-Ra and Jem and the Holograms has somehow turned me into a 6-year-old...

Btw, Lady Lovely Locks is still some kind of crack. I solemnly witness this fact. They grafted something about that 80s sparkly pouffy princess pinkness to my soul. With ribbons. Lots and lots of ribbons. I am powerless in its sugar-coated grip. I have the terrifying fear that if Lady Lovely Locks appeared on tv today and told me to buy ridiculous expensive nostalgia stupidity I would buy it and hope it came with pink ribbons.

Somehow though, She-Ra and Jem didn't have quite the exact same effect. Probably that's all for the better. I don't know what happens when the power of Lovely Locks intersects with the desire for glamour and glitter and fortune and fame...  O.o

asthma still sucking... this is the worst part about getting bronchial/respiratory stuff going wrong in my system because it just doesn't ever end. It's like the plague that keeps on giving. Ugh.