Flight 666

I'm very proud of myself for controlling deranged inner rock child. Didn't jump up and dance ONCE, played with hair but did not toss, and despite the constant presence of the most perfect man ever, Bruce Dickinson, on the screen, did NOT grab any man and do anything regrettable. Did not embarrass Peter (I think, anyway. LOL).

*back patted*

Great movie. WWJD philosophy has again proven that if you just throw yourself into honest enjoyment... yup, you'll have fun.

And I'm so going to progress from 14 to 19, and fall sleep to a metal CD tonight. Ok, ok, but it's either Severed Reign or Nazareth, I'm mighty low on the hard rock stuff these days. Must download G'n'R. Maiden nearly d'loaded.

Sleep now. As if. TRY to sleep now.