October 27th, 2006

Carravaggio

survival, oz style

I'm drinking "afternoon tea" in the am, and thus I'm expecting the tea police to come storming in at any moment in full riot gear. I'm a rebel and I'll never be any good.

Nothing much to report at all today, alas. It's quiet. I should be, ahem, working on projects, but I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Indulged in some telly last night. I'm only watching Jericho for the Skeet, because it's pretty lame compared to what the Brits have done with similiar scenarios, but Skeet is pretty and the soapy bits sustain my interest enough to stave off unconciousness. Mind you, I grew up watching bad local soaps (in the dark days before cable and vcr), so my crap tolerance is pretty high.

It's not as much fun as Miracles, though. Not by a long shot. It's not even slashy.
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