She's like a narcotic

Good god it's only eight. Three more hours before work is done. But the moon last night was huge and golden. And there's new Lost tonight. Starving. Want a corn dog. And I want my hard drive put in the new computer. Anybody with some experience, am I wise to avoid messing with it unsupervized, or am I blowing the scary factor out of proportion?

She's like a chemical

Still starvin'. Would you like Daddy issues with your Lost? (Ah Sweeps Week, how we love thee.) I made some lovely chili last week and ate it for days and days. There was much socializing, and many lovely women, this weekend. Still way too long until work is over. Jittery and uncentered. Maybe a long hard workout at the gym is in order. Or maybe a corndog. Still haven't watched R&G, but now that I have it in my hands the burning need is dimmed somewhat. I may even re-watch Pulp Fiction first. But not tonight. Probably not all week. So much to do. So little interest/energy.