Never talk to me during The Jackal.

[madlori]

So it's Tuesday night, and here's what happening.

I am near the end of the second season of West Wing. I have discovered that after watching it enough, I start talking like them. It's starting to scare Eric. I also keep making delightful discoveries of guest stars I'd forgotten were on. OMG! John Larroquette! Oliver Platt, whom I adore! Felicity Huffman! OMG that part about the Cartographers for Social Equality!

And I'm making excellent progress on my stitching.

Today Eric kindly brought me Fresca and ice cream even though I had been unable to procure for him the Italian beef sandwich and pickles he'd asked me for. So he wins and I fail, just for today.

I've really never had a good pair of waterproof shoes for winters, so I ordered these from L.L. Bean:




They arrived today and are quite nice, if stiff. I wish I'd had them earlier today when it was raining ice on my morning commute.

I'm not terribly concerned that LJ is going to go away suddenly. If it does I'll be bummed, fo sho, but I'm not going to lose any sleep over it.

Is tomorrow Wednesday already? Sheesh.