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The TV is off for the night. I've been stress watching and stress eating all day. After this season is over I need to take a hard look at what shows to cull since ltc is starting to become much more aware of her surroundings. Although she only currently looks up at the TV if there is music playing. Any music.

Correction to my earlier post: I'm now caught up on Brooklyn Nine-Nine because it makes me happy.

Burrell, how did the event go? No crying or tripping I assume.

I've had a crazy day, so I'm going to bed. April looks to be a crazy month.

My annual business trip/editor's conference is in one week. It's not that it's really scary or a big deal, this is the 15th year I've attended this shindig, I got this. And yet. I'm starting to feel the inevitable anxiety ramping up.

And all my anxiety focuses on what I'm going to wear. Which is just silly. I have clothes that fit and look just fine, especially since the atmosphere has loosened up to business casual. And no one gives a crap what I'm wearing anyway. Except Margaret who went bananas over the orange-red linen blazer I wore last year. Boldly, with red hair, I might add, and I totally pulled it off. See, I can do this.

My April is pretty much spaghetti in a blender on fire. In a hurricane. With holes and dust. What was I thinking.

My viewing habits: Doctor Who. So much Doctor Who. I'm currently rewatching Series 4, with Donna as the companion; about to start rewatching Series 8, the first with Peter Capaldi, Doctor Funkenstein; just finished rewatching last year's season; and having finished watching my Hinchcliffe-era Fourth Doctor DVDs, I'm starting over again on the Third Doctor. Finished his first adventure, Spearhead from Space, just started his second, Doctor Who and the Silurians. (Trivia: due to a naming gaffe, this is the only adventure actually named "Doctor Who and" something.) I like Doctor Who, is what I'm saying.

Biyi is binge-watching The Good Wife, and I'm catching occasional episodes with her. There's a soap I used to watch when I was a teenager called Prisoner (I think it showed in the US as Prisoner: Cell Block H. There's a reimagining on Australian TV now, called Wentworth. 12-episode seasons, tracing the rise of Bea Smith to be top dog (now with actual production values). I've watched the first three seasons now, and on the back of it, chased up old DVDs of the original series, Prisoner. Real time-warp material. So trashy. So 80s fashions. So, so much mansplaining. As cultural history, this is just fascinating.

Also watching some documentaries with Ryan: Madagascar, Inside the Human Body (judiciously censored) and Walking with Monsters (prequel to Walking with Dinosaurs, showing life before the Mesozoic). Oh, and I've finished Season 5 of the Sopranos and Season 2 of The Tudors.

...I may be overdoing this a bit.

The only shows I'm mostly caught up on are Brooklyn 9-9 and The 100. Far behind on Jane & AOS. Need to catch up on Galavant.

Someday I will have the time to watch iZombie.

Things Daniel and I watch together: The Venture Bros., Agent Carter, Galavant, Elementary, The Flash, Agents of SHIELD, Sleepy Hollow, catching up on Limitless, working our way through Republic of Doyle. Things we used to watch together but I gave up on so Daniel is watching on his own: Once Upon A Time, Grimm, Person of Interest, Supergirl. Daniel is also watching Arrow.

You got this, Zen.

I have no idea what to expect from April. I don't think I ever really got going with March. Hm.

I guess we got through Single Whip last week, tonight was Lift Hands, Crane Spreads its Wings, and Brush Knee. Maybe something else in there. Not sure I have all that, but that is okay. I do like the names.