It took a year and two bouts of unemployment, but it’s all over. I feel all empty and sad! Which is silly, because it’s only television!

Time to let go. Work starts Monday.

I may or may not have mentioned that I have been watching an inordinate amount of Buffy to cope with work-stress and give me an excuse to crawl into my introvert-cave for much-needed recharging time, and that this habit is getting extremely out of hand because I am now in season six and OH MAUDE IT’S ALL GETTING SO SERIOUS and I can’t tear myself away. I was 20 minutes late to dinner plans yesterday because Tara left Willow and I kept thinking it might get fixed if I just watched a little longer. Officially getting worried that this is impinging on real life in taking away time and emotional energy I do not have, but then again maybe it is better to pour that into escapism than try to sort out the real stuff.

Anyway I just wanted to point out that Dawn is wearing a Foxy Brown t-shirt right now. I am hard-pressed to think of anything more subtly awesome and brilliant, bless Joss Whedon for giving me these small moments of euphoria.

I mark this as a day of tragedy. What, pray, will I use as shorthand for “lowest common denominator of what passes for humor on television these days” without Sheen and his 1.5 companions’ shenanigans??