My other list is even sadder. Last night a fit of terrible ennui struck while I was watching Mystery Science Theater. I suddenly realized that even if I could hold a new box set of DVDs in my hands at that very moment, I had no real interest in watching Monk, Nip/Tuck, Dead Like Me, Due South, X-Files, Farscape, The Sopranos, La Femme Nikita, Homicide, West Wing, Stargate, etc etc. Not sure what's wrong with me. I just couldn't--can't--break out of wondering: what's the point? It's not a real question. It's just this strange ennui talking. But I don't know to make it shut up.
Maybe this is all just down to PMS. I think I may have slept 40 hours this week already. Not counting last Sunday. Daylight Savings is going to crush me. Usually once it hits, I can't drag myself out of bed before nine. Must try to overcome that this year.
I missed what was apparently a great episode of Alias last night. I set my VCR to tape it (I went to bed at nine o'clock for crying out loud, buried like a blinking mouse under double down comforters) but had it on the wrong channel and ended up with fuzz.
I don't know what to do with myself. I suspect I've felt more bored and restless than I do at this moment, but that was then. This is NOW and I have no muffin.
If anyone can think of cool things to do, I welcome suggestions. Peep?
