Watched Alien Hunter on SciFi tonight. Meh. James Spader is aging. Not that I mind, but it's interesting that at one point he and Michael Shanks had a kind of Daniel likeness going on, enough so that if you squinted, you might be a bit unsure who was who, and now they've diverged mightily.
I think I'm finally going to watch the episode of Nip/Tuck that I taped. I don't want to go to bed, don't want the weekend to end. I can't believe I wasted another one. I dread more than ever the thought of getting hit by a bus. I feel like I'm dragging weeks and weeks of dead life behind me like a snake skin I can't slough off.
I lit candles today for money, creative juice, and energy. So far they don't seem to be working.
My fingers smell of tacos.