So, there’s . I SAW BEARDWISER!!! It was fabulous, I must admit. I’m on Disc 4 now, or I just started it – holy god, Sydney’s dressed as some kind of dominatrix? No, just an escort with a whip. My kingdom for a body like Jennifer Garner. Anyway, so, I’m truly loving the second season – no surprise, right? Irina is totally the perfect mix of motherly and evil, Jack just looks constantly like he’s got two escape routes planned and like he’s totally clueless as to how to relate to anything outside of a mission. I am head-over-heels in love with Marshall, who is the cutest thing ever (in a you’re my six-year-old brother kind of way), I am head-over-heels for Vaughn in a way that has no relation to brotherly love… etc. etc. In essence, everything they’re selling I’m buying. Ooo, love Weiss, too. So glad he’s back and playing a bigger role. I could actually, seriously sit here and write out my reactions to the scenes as they go by, but… nah, I’ll just play Spider Solitaire instead. And then there’s the other news of the day, which is… nothing. Crap, I thought maybe I’d have other news. I started reading Mansfield Park while waiting for a sandwich tonight. The two pages I read were more entertaining than Middlemarch – though I’m not really far enough along to judge that book on its interest. I’m up in the air about what to do with my weekend. I’m frankly a little up in the air about what to do with the next twenty minutes – I have this sudden craving for some Ben & Jerry’s, but I’m not even sure who sells it in this town. Does the store across the street sell it? Do I have to go to Dillon’s? Do I want to go out in the cold?
I really crave Kozmo.com. I want someone to deliver ice cream and Pepsi and books to me, with no delivery charge. Let’s make that happen stat.