OH GOD DAMN IT ALL

You know, I thought it was bad enough that I missed Numbers. It looked like being really good, too.

But I just realised that I also forgot to have someone tape SG-1 for me and DAMMIT. Worst weekend ever.

Well, okay, worst Friday ever. Yesterday and today were actually quite nice, I read To Say Nothing of the Dog again and you know, the thing I love best about that book is that every time, another piece of the puzzle clicks into place. Most tightly-plotted novel I've ever read.

I can feel myself slipping away from television, caring less and less about various shows. I'm annoyed.

Now someone invent time travel and send me back to Friday afternoon to make taping arrangements.