Tonight calls for building a fire, some good wine, dinner with friends. I'm going to actually make an attempt to unwind, gain some perspective on what the hell's been going on in my head. I will run, I will write, I will be productive.
(I will not think about Sherlock, I swear I will not think about Sherlock...)
I wrote an entirely damaging SVU fanfiction on my walk to the T this morning and for whatever reason, I can't seem to make my fingers simply type it out. What's WRONG with me? While I'm on the topic of SVU, should I be watching now that Harry Connick Jr. is a player? Is there a point?
I'm fairly upset at the MegaUpload news, as I actually had a paid account with them and while, yes, I used it for some less than legal activities, I also had loads of legitimate documents on there. I'd backed up all of my photos there never dreaming that the government might come in and wipe it all away.
Additional television nonsense:
Skins, what are you, for real? I am so entirely underwhelmed. No, I won't stop watching.
30 Rock: I don't know where I stand with you. What's REALLY going on in Jack's head! I have to know! michellek needs to write about it so I CAN KNOW.
Ben punching people for Leslie hits all of the appropriate places in me. Shazam, now you're cooking with gas, Wyatt.
Psych comes back soon, so I'll just leave this here...