I actually did something interesting today... which doesn't appear in this entry. Huh.

I was figuring on waiting at least an hour for the elimination chamber match but it's the first one out. I'm really glad I turned over for 1am instead of watching the last ten minutes of Being Human.

Jeff looks a little over-tanned, like maybe he fell asleep on a sunbed; there's a distinct tone of orange. My money is so not on him in this match, alas. Sorry Jeff. I just can't see them giving it back to you right now though my track record with these predictions is crap so don't take it to heart.

(I've gotta say, this is weird. I'm watching Jeff vs Edge. I've watched this match a million times, except this isn't for tag titles or for funsies or even the intercontinental title, this is a main event for the WWE Championship. It's like my teenager years all grown up. It's-well. Weird.

Oh Jeff's now getting the crap beaten out of him. Normal business is resumed.)

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( This post got kind of long, so to save your flists have my rambling about The Secret Lives of Cumbria's Cats under a cut )

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Well, bye-bye Jeff. For once I actually pegged the end to a match before it happened (the Undertaker will wins, just watch. I thought that half an hour ago dammit). At least I can go to bed before 4am now and not fall asleep in Inkheart tomorrow, which I almost thought about not-seeing until make_a_move said "Paul Bettany! Shirtless! Hipbones!" I'd hate to fall asleep and miss Paul Bettany in all his deliciousness. Mmmmmm.

(I was wrong about the match by the way. Which still means I can say I told you so, because I told you I was terrible at predictions.

I can go to bed now. Huh.)