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It's four o'clock in the damn morning, after Drag Ball...can anyone tell me why the hell I'm checking WebCT for Modern Drama discussion posts right now?

Sweet! There is one.

Funnily enough, I'm totally sober and have been all night -- just rather tired from dancing for three-ish hours. Slap-happy, if you will.

Happy Sunday night!

I spent a lot of time this week downloading more music that I didn't really need. This seems more justified if I share it with the world: then it's a public service, right? Seeing as it's Sunday, (and I've been feeling oddly nostalgic about high school lately anyway), here's a nod to the old-skool X-Phile fandom.

Because really, we've all asked this question at some point: David Duchovny, why won't you love me?

(If after this you're really missing X-Files Sundays, you can catch Gillian Anderson in Bleak House tonight at 9 EST on PBS. It's banannagoats' new favorite TV miniseries in the world, and she wants to spread the joy.)

Also, because it's awesomely surreal and I kind of love it: Hanson does Radiohead. NB: I recommend skipping the first 20-ish seconds, a solid block of teenie screaming that gives the Hard Day's Night crowd a run for its money.