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Well, more about the baggage later. First, my plan to get in 6 hours of sleep was interrupted. To bed at 2 but up at 7 due to screaming biological imperative. Oy. So I stayed up. Had my English muffies for brekkie with peanut butter (which I haven't had for ages) and apricot jam. And then - which should be to nobody's surprise - a two-hour nap.
After that, the customary dish-washing, mail-gathering and watching Dr. Phil which I hadn't seen for eons (but it was a Jerry Springer type of show today). As I had overlooked lunch in favour of a nap, I ate - honest - two naked slices of the yummy bread and two apples. [Yes, yes, I'm aware I need to go food shopping again, but it got cold today.] I commented on SLOG a couple of times (because it was JUST that kind of a day). Then my back pain was so horrid I actually did take a couple of pain pills. Imagine my surprise when they worked. Speaking of pain, etc., after seeing a commercial, I've ordered a sample of the Breathe Right nasal strips. If they work (and I don't understand how), I'll be overjoyed.
After a comfort foodish dinner (spaghetti with the tomato/basil sauce) and my lovely raspberry iced tea, I just finished watching the U-know-what show. Can I please shoot TPTB? Then revive them in the sarcophagus to do it all over again? Pleeeeeease.
Seriously, writers. Okay, so you didn't get him married off to Keller. But, just to rub it in the slashers' faces, you had him act like a sexist jerk to Vanessa, 'cuz, hey, it's not as if the man has EVER seen a pair of boobies close up, right? Not to mention the "Ladies, first" bit. Also, guys, for the record ... he should have said to Eli that he'd had MORE hair than Eli when he was younger. It was a total waste of acting abilities (besides the fact that he did look yummy and, hey, David Hewlett ... YIPPEE). Then, don't we all love crazy ladies in the ship's computer? Oh, of course we do. And moar sex. Arrgghh.
Okay, so now that I've increased my level of annoyance for the day, I'm going to try to settle down by watching last night's Castle. At least there the writers DO care about their characters (whether they're the stars or the rest of the terrific ensemble cast). Luckily (or not, 'cuz it's my least liked variety), I found a few Jack Daniels filled chocolates. So I'm going to have a couple while watching Kate's and Rick's antics. It's pretty pathetic when anticipating a crime scene is less aggravating than U-know what show.
After that, the customary dish-washing, mail-gathering and watching Dr. Phil which I hadn't seen for eons (but it was a Jerry Springer type of show today). As I had overlooked lunch in favour of a nap, I ate - honest - two naked slices of the yummy bread and two apples. [Yes, yes, I'm aware I need to go food shopping again, but it got cold today.] I commented on SLOG a couple of times (because it was JUST that kind of a day). Then my back pain was so horrid I actually did take a couple of pain pills. Imagine my surprise when they worked. Speaking of pain, etc., after seeing a commercial, I've ordered a sample of the Breathe Right nasal strips. If they work (and I don't understand how), I'll be overjoyed.
After a comfort foodish dinner (spaghetti with the tomato/basil sauce) and my lovely raspberry iced tea, I just finished watching the U-know-what show. Can I please shoot TPTB? Then revive them in the sarcophagus to do it all over again? Pleeeeeease.
Seriously, writers. Okay, so you didn't get him married off to Keller. But, just to rub it in the slashers' faces, you had him act like a sexist jerk to Vanessa, 'cuz, hey, it's not as if the man has EVER seen a pair of boobies close up, right? Not to mention the "Ladies, first" bit. Also, guys, for the record ... he should have said to Eli that he'd had MORE hair than Eli when he was younger. It was a total waste of acting abilities (besides the fact that he did look yummy and, hey, David Hewlett ... YIPPEE). Then, don't we all love crazy ladies in the ship's computer? Oh, of course we do. And moar sex. Arrgghh.
Okay, so now that I've increased my level of annoyance for the day, I'm going to try to settle down by watching last night's Castle. At least there the writers DO care about their characters (whether they're the stars or the rest of the terrific ensemble cast). Luckily (or not, 'cuz it's my least liked variety), I found a few Jack Daniels filled chocolates. So I'm going to have a couple while watching Kate's and Rick's antics. It's pretty pathetic when anticipating a crime scene is less aggravating than U-know what show.
