fightingthecage | Some sin for wine, some sin for pain

I cannot listen to music after 9pm anymore, especially if it has a base line. Which all my tunes do (are there any tunes that don't, now I come to think of it? Inquiring minds want to know) so that's a drag. But my room is directly below Housemate Jen's and her pregnancy is already turning out to be an awkward one. But still, :D!!!

End of S6 of Spooks tonight. Excuse me while I ~~drool~~ flail.

Hot Adam didn't die! :D!! We were so convinced that he would - and if it were 24, he totally would have. He would have given Roz the last of his air, got the grill open and let her out and then floated back into the water because he has no will left to save himself, due to Survivor Guilt and PTSD and having his (very hot) mental breakdown after that bash on the head. Though I have to say, WTF is it with the environmental crazies not escorting him out of the barrier and just letting him wander around aimlessly like that? Recipie (I can never spell that fucking word) for disaster right there and, as he saved the day, HA! THAT'LL SHOW YOU YOU ENVIRONMENTAL CRAZIES!!

So anyway, yes. Awesome. There is hope for more Hot Adam next season! This is of the good because Mr. Penry-Jones is beautiful and Hot, hence his nickname. Although I shall be very pissed off if they come back and he's not there and they just blow it off with a 'he quit due to the trauma and wanting to be there for his son blah blah blah' because hello? I need the hotness for the measly ten weeks a year you let me have it. Have a word with yourself, BBC.

Anyhoo. Needless to say, this is me putting off the Hamlet essay that still hasn't been done. I suck and have probably just blown my chances at Oxford. But on the upside, I made an awesome cake this evening and my original AC/DC vinyls are at the Post Office, waiting to be collected. :D!