magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Went on something of a wild-goose chase looking for orange carpet samples this afternoon at work. But it was a nice day to be outside, so in a sense it all worked out.

Came home and watched last week's 24, which I had been out and missed, but downloaded off the internet. The internet is my friend. 24 is not my friend. It is a horrible, horrible addiction. Just when I think I've kicked it, I find myself pulled back in. Maybe the internet is not really my friend either. Maybe the internet is more like my dealer.

Unrelated to my feelings about 24, or the internet, except insofar as feeling alone when the show ended, and before the new episode aired on real TV, I spent about fifteen minutes this evening feeling hopelessly depressed and on the verge of tears. I'm not entirely sure where that came from.

But I watched the new episode, and something else on TV afterward, a Law & Order or something, and blocked it all out.