Argh Two: Open casting call for Starfleet cadets tomorrow. I have never, ever in my life wanted so much to be in Burbank, and I likely never will again. (I'm especially geeking out over the fact that the casting call requests that all headshots portray female actors with their hair pulled "severely" away from the face. Hee. You just know that came from Michael Westmore. "Bangs? They can't have bangs! These are Starfleet cadets! They must have functional coiffure, even if they're sixteen layers behind the stars in the faraway background of a shot!") I hate you, Paramount. Why, for once, could the geeky rumours not be true? *mope*
The Yay: I WILL crack 20k tonight, regardless, and tomorrow morning (hopefully)