steak sauce...

"marshall, i should feel tremors of psych-itude rock my body like a seizure. that was like a declawed, pregnant cat on a porch swing idly swatting at a fly on a lazy sunday afternoon."

~barney stinson, how i met your mother.


because the only way i feel sane after working all of these 14 hour days lately is coming home and putting on one of the HIMYM dvds i just got in from netflix while i catch up on my blog reader and remind my cats that i really do still live here...

and because barney is hilarious!

(and yes, i know i should be going to bed to catch up on my much needed sleep but for some reason... i just can't catch any good shut-eye lately...)