how lame am i?

I often speak of my tendancies towards procrastination, and certainly, those close to me have seen it in action often, but for those of you not in the know, I should be learning my lines, but instead, thanks to a series of unfortunate google events, I just spent the last 30 minutes trying to figure out how to pronounce the Welsh word for frankincense. This is an embarassing enough mental defect on my part without the next little extra piece of data.

It's only one damn syllable.

I think.


Okay, stepping away from the computer.

Also, cannot find my lousy CSI check, and am cranky. And let's not even talk about the big honking bruise I managed to give myself on my breastbone.