You can tell I’m having a bad day 

I almost created a “Things My Prostitute Says” Twitter account. It would’ve been filled with things like:

• “No.”
• “That’s against the laws of physics. Sorry.”
• “I thought Dr. Pulaski had more of Dr. McCoy’s curmudgeonly charm.”
• “Stop crying.”
• “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have a man?”
• “I feel like Abrams has an edge on Whedon, as far as plot is concerned.”
• “My name is Teal’c, and I have come to rescue you from the Goa’uld, Dr. Daniel Jackson.”
• “You can’t pay me in iTunes gift cards.”
• “Stop calling me ‘Julia Roberts.’”

I had so many important things planned for today. And then I stayed up late and I might not get any of them done. The life I choose is such a disappointment.