Bento diary

I was listening (and listening and listening) to Dr. Horrible as I did my evening chores. Seriously, I was outside in the evening breeze hanging laundry on my clothesline, singing about underthings tumbling, and with my freeze-ray I would stop (clothespin) the world, and so on.

The third act came on while I was making my bento for tomorrow. I think Dr. Horrible got into the food.

( Evil Red Branch Bento )

And I listened all the way through the very, very end (which I hadn't had the heart to do up to now) and eeee! "Grrr...Aaargh."

Can I just say how happy it makes me to hear that again? Oh Joss. Mwah! Love you to pieces.