I'm scared of failure, so scared of success

When you want for a best friend, you want for someone like luuser. Kiki was back in town for her little brother's high school graduation (he and my brother were in the same graduating class) and we got a chance to catch up tonight over coffee. She brought me a page that she'd clipped out of Variety (this one), an Emmy-themed House bumper sticker, and a copy of Newton Faulkner's Hand Built By Robots (her place of employ brought in Newton Faulkner to perform; my place of employ line items pizza).

I haven't seen her since her birthday in February -- and it's likely that we won't see one another again before Christmas -- so this reunion was kind of bittersweet. We both acknowledged that we felt terribly old, even though we're still ridiculously young. Both of us, I think, were wondering how in the hell we managed to stay best friends, even though we've essentially lost contact with everyone else that we ever hung around with in high school. Why is it that some things stick and others don't?

Also, it's ridiculously warm in this house. I mean, I know I'm upstairs and that warm air rises but, DAMN. I think I'm going to have to camp out on the couch downstairs. This is the perfect opportunity to catch up on my Band Of Brothers watch-a-thon. I'm seriously at the point where I'm considering foregoing pants.

Those last two sentences were subconsciously connected.

On that note, go vote at bzzinglikeneon's Fandom Superlatives. House is currently winning for "Character Least Likely to Shave His/Her Head for Cancer Sympathy"!