OK, I just googled said student because I couldn't recall what position he'd taken and, um...hey, wow, he hasn't aged well. And his position is way more woohoo than I'd thought.

OMG, I'm watching the most ridiculous L&O:SVU ever. The victim is a Tibetan torture victim, now in the US in an immigration marriage to a gay man, but it turns out she got killed by a foot fetishist whose house she went to by accident, whose defense is brain injury, which I think I'm about to find out was actually caused by his mother.

Seriously.

Apparently the writers got into the good monkey crack....

I was watching that same SVU, Jesse. It wasn't quite as bad as the one from a few years ago, where they kids whose father had been killed in Iraq and mother disappeared in Katrina were kidnapped by a pedophile who soon therafter died from anthrax, but pretty close.

Now I'm watching skating. How come only the womens' long program is on a broadcast channel, and everything else is over on ESPN2? It's Nationals! At least also put the mens' long program on a regular channel.

(And, ooh. Never seen Scott Smith before, but he's really cute. He hasn't started his program yet, so I don't know how well he skates.)

It wasn't quite as bad as the one from a few years ago, where they kids whose father had been killed in Iraq and mother disappeared in Katrina were kidnapped by a pedophile who soon therafter died from anthrax, but pretty close.

How wrong is it that this shit just makes me laugh and laugh?

Just saw Scott Smith skate. Now I want to start a "hot skaters with tattoos" website. (Or actually, I really want a screencap of that last spread eagle. It was a gorgeous move.) (And I'm nearly certain the tat is fake.) (Also, shut up, Dick Button.)

How wrong is it that this shit just makes me laugh and laugh?

When they get that ridiculous? Not wrong at all.

Just completely failed to get the shot in the arm that would make anything more appealing that curling up with book, TV, or DVD.

Did I mention there was rain? Seems a waste of it to actually leave the house, when I have plenty of excellent blankets right here.

The shower so didn't help.

Post-shower sleepy combined with rainy-day cozy definitely calls for staying in.

OK, so I did something odd. I went search for my soc.sec. cards (didn't find them, shit!) but turned up a bunch of letters-I-didn't-send from a decade ago. I'm kind of reeling. Shit that happened, that I've thought I'd moved on from, but turns out still has resonance today, in my attitudes and perceptions. These were things I'd largely forgotten the minutae of, and yet...

Argh. Packratness sometimes suck. God, I have the memory of an elephant when I want to but this stuff, I forgot for good reason.

That's it. It's final.

I'll just text him happy birthday and give in.