31-May-2006

Hello, all!  After my vodka-induced haze of yesterday, I have had trouble re-grouping for today's post.  But I'm here, here being at the office, getting some writing done and catching up on Season Two of Monk.  I have realized that I see the phases of my life through television shows - 24 (aka What I Thought I'd Be Doing with my Russian Degree), Dawson's (aka Why Didn't I Watch This Show in High School so I Could be More Like Joey Potter and Make Fun of Jen Lindley?), and now Monk.  This one should be self-explanatory if you are in any way familiar with my life of late.  If you're not, here's a snippet of what it's like to be my friend. 

The Hottie came over Sunday night, bearing In Her Shoes and a smile on her face.  We sat down on the couch, and having not seen each other for awhile, the following transpired:

Hottie:  We should talk a little before we start the movie.

Me:  Yeah, sure. 

Hottie:  How are you?

Me:  I'm fine. 

She realizes I am staring at the wall.

Hottie:  Are you okay?

Me:  Sure.

Hottie:  You look like you're thinking about something.

Me:  It's nothing.

Hottie:  No.  Come on.  You can tell me. 

Me:  I'm wondering if I could have been gang raped and totally forgotten about it and so now I'm dying or pregnant and don't know it.  Or that I got into a car accident and someone died and I don't remember it, but they're going to come arrest me. 

Long, long, LONG pause.

Hottie:  I'll just put the movie in, then.

Wise decision, my friend.  Wise decision.