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Dec 02, 2008 14:10

I'm having a sit-com renaissance. I have fallen in love. Truly, madly, deeply in love with The Big Bang Theory. I may have watched all of season 1 on Sunday and the first 9 eps of s2 last night. I love Leonard and Sheldon. So much. OMG how have I not been watching this show all along?

And then today at lunch I pulled out my Sports Night dvds and began rewatching. (And I just finished reading some SN fic today.) Oh how I love Dan and Casey. I enjoy Peter Krause on DSM, but I love him as Casey McCall. *happy sigh*

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In other news I'll be sharing a motel room this weekend with a man who is not my husband. *gasp* I'm the only woman from SAR going over to Summit County this weekend for an avi seminar. I wanted to go last year but we had conflicts for the weekend and then it was cancelled anyway because of crazy weather. But Saturday I shall spend in classroom training and then Sunday I'll be out on Vail Pass playing in the snow. Whee! And Friday and Saturday nights I shall sleep with in the same room as a guy from the team -- probably T. Our field director will probably flip. As one of the few other woman I think she expects me to have my own room, but save the money, what do I care? It's not like I've never slept in a motel room with some of Chris's friends before and T's way more honorable than any of them.

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I hate my job today. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. I do not want to be here. The day has been long and torturous. Not that anything bad has happened today, it's just a mood. I think it's having to get up tomorrow while Chris gets to sleep in. This crossed schedules thing is going to irritate the crap out of me long before April rolls around. *sigh*

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In addition to the sit-com renaissance, I'm having a bacon ... thing. Seriously. We had bacon on Thursday. Then I picked some up on Friday for BLTs at lunch with Chris. Then I may have bought more bacon yesterday and had BLTs again yesterday and today. I'm crazy about the bacon.

So who's writing that Iron Chef fic with the Michael Simon/Cat Cora/moosesal/bacon sandwich and Ouzo bodyshots? Hmmm. Somebody out there loves me enough to do it. I just know you do. Come on people. Show me the bacon love!
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