I would like to thank the lovely crew at one of seven local Starbucks locations, not only for knowing my name, but for the delightful treats that help me get my work done. Without them, I would sleep at normal hours and lose my dizzy, jittery, jumpy state of existence. Long live the all-nighters! The ANs and I have a special relationship that we have been perfecting since high school mid-terms. Thanks to my age and discovery of espresso, we have laid our dear Vivarin to rest.
In other news... Thanks to the
Fracking Blog's posting of my BSG-hate, my husband wants me to admit that I now watch it with him. I am purposely NOT telling all of you non-geeks what BSG is. If you don't know - you might be better off, unless of course you WANT to add yet another season pass to your TIVOs. I begrudgingly admit that for a show that is about, as
Jackson stated, "people dealing with stuff," it's not bad... Ok, it's pretty good. BUT I refuse to go back and spend countless hours trying to catch up on the past seasons... That's just WAY too geeky for moi, plus Memoirs of Geisha and In Her Shoes are coming up in our Netflix queue.
Without further ado, I get back to my dear AN.