Wasted Days And Wasted Sherlock
So I completely wasted the day today. I wasn't able to sleep very well last night, woke late this morning, took a piss and then slept until almost 2:00 in the afternoon, when the wife returning to the house actually roused me. Not surprisingly, she came into the bedroom to see if I was still alive, as I'm never in bed for this long.
Hell, I even wrote something last night about how sleep just feels like a waste of time, and then this shit happens. Typical.
The really fucked up part of it was realizing later in the afternoon that somewhere in there I was dreaming about meeting Macguffin (more than 2 years dead at this point) for a movie in some unknown mall cinema, and I feel pretty certain that I got up, hit the bathroom, then went back to sleep hoping to find him somehow. The subconscious is a real motherfucker sometimes, I gotta tell you.
The wife had been out for a busy morning and had an evening meeting to attend as well, so I left her and the Yorkie in the bedroom to relax while I moved into the den and heated up some Thai leftovers for a late lunch. A friend has hooked me up with the new season of the BBC show Sherlock, so I had decided to give the first series a re-watch to refresh my memory before watching, and this week seemed as good of a time as any to start that little project.
I recall really enjoying Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock on my first couple watches of this show, but today really impressed me with Martin Freeman as Watson, particularly the scenes of him in the first episode, as he's being interrogated in cryptic terms by a then-unknown person, he has this steely delivery that is close to chilling. Amazing character stuff from a man who rose to fame as the jokester on the original version of The Office, and here he is giving some amazing line readings.
The first two episodes of the show (which are indeed hour and a half movies) ate up the afternoon, then the wife split for her meeting and I checked e-mail and piddled around for a bit to kill time until she got home, as I knew we'd spend the evening with some of the typical NBC comedy stuff.
The wife returned with deli sandwiches for our dinner and we chilled in the den with a new 30 Rock, Parks And Recreation and eventually wrapped the evening with a new Archer. The Yorkie had been kinda mopey in the evening, so we gave her a taste of Pepto, which the vet had approved, just to try and head off anything catastrophic at the pass. She seemed to settle down and her stomach stopped with the odd gurgling, so maybe this is a fire we were able to put out before it got out of hand.
I spent about 30 minutes scanning some more books in the Library into the Goodreads app, a project that I started, then abandoned I don't know how many months ago. The past week or so I've been trying to get it caught up, as I'd like to have a better idea about all the stuff that I bought in my childhood or teen years that are now being reprinted, as I'd hate to start doubling up on shit unless it's a worthwhile upgrade.
Be seeing you.
Hell, I even wrote something last night about how sleep just feels like a waste of time, and then this shit happens. Typical.
The really fucked up part of it was realizing later in the afternoon that somewhere in there I was dreaming about meeting Macguffin (more than 2 years dead at this point) for a movie in some unknown mall cinema, and I feel pretty certain that I got up, hit the bathroom, then went back to sleep hoping to find him somehow. The subconscious is a real motherfucker sometimes, I gotta tell you.
The wife had been out for a busy morning and had an evening meeting to attend as well, so I left her and the Yorkie in the bedroom to relax while I moved into the den and heated up some Thai leftovers for a late lunch. A friend has hooked me up with the new season of the BBC show Sherlock, so I had decided to give the first series a re-watch to refresh my memory before watching, and this week seemed as good of a time as any to start that little project.
I recall really enjoying Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock on my first couple watches of this show, but today really impressed me with Martin Freeman as Watson, particularly the scenes of him in the first episode, as he's being interrogated in cryptic terms by a then-unknown person, he has this steely delivery that is close to chilling. Amazing character stuff from a man who rose to fame as the jokester on the original version of The Office, and here he is giving some amazing line readings.The first two episodes of the show (which are indeed hour and a half movies) ate up the afternoon, then the wife split for her meeting and I checked e-mail and piddled around for a bit to kill time until she got home, as I knew we'd spend the evening with some of the typical NBC comedy stuff.
The wife returned with deli sandwiches for our dinner and we chilled in the den with a new 30 Rock, Parks And Recreation and eventually wrapped the evening with a new Archer. The Yorkie had been kinda mopey in the evening, so we gave her a taste of Pepto, which the vet had approved, just to try and head off anything catastrophic at the pass. She seemed to settle down and her stomach stopped with the odd gurgling, so maybe this is a fire we were able to put out before it got out of hand.
I spent about 30 minutes scanning some more books in the Library into the Goodreads app, a project that I started, then abandoned I don't know how many months ago. The past week or so I've been trying to get it caught up, as I'd like to have a better idea about all the stuff that I bought in my childhood or teen years that are now being reprinted, as I'd hate to start doubling up on shit unless it's a worthwhile upgrade.
Be seeing you.
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