A footnote

I think, sometimes, that I want to have a social life but my schedule puts the kibosh on the whole deal. Or makes it easy for me to lay the lack of life on my odd hours. Case in point: I worked Sunday into Monday. Came home, dicked around for a bit, went to sleep at 11, woke up at 8, stayed up until 11, slept until 5AM. There went Monday. Today I forced myself to leave the house at 10, supposedly to get supplies and clothing for the trip. Got my stamps at the 33rd St P.O. (no Marvel ones, unfortunately), went to Best Buy and picked up Season 4 of The Wire and Superbad, perused the clothing store briefly, went home, cooked dinner, watched some eppys, slept from 4 until 10PM. See? Nothing. No. Life. It'd be sad if I wasn't so tired. No cards made, no packing started (!), room still only 7/8th finished.

And this is sad after I lamented my lack of life, but more of y'all should watch The Wire (with me). Omar and Prez and Homicide, oh my.
ETA - Every time I see Aidan walk on camera the stupid Donkey Kong-like theme of QAF plays in my head. HI-larious.