2005 is done. And I have yet to correctly write the correct year on any document. It wasn't this hard last year. Actually, the transition from '04 to '05 was extremely easy. Instead of looking at is as age-related memory loss, I'll take it as an omen. The trickier the changeover, the better the year will be. I've got nothing to complain about as of yet.
We had invitations to Portland and Millinocket for the New Year, which would've been fine if I didn't open the video store New Year's Day. We went to the home of some of our Jay friends, and had a pretty good time. I was the DD, so I cut myself off after my second cider jack (no drunkenness, but still ended up sick the next morning. what a terrible drink!).
I'm getting used to being stranded at the apartment. I'm better about keeping myself entertained. A lot of it centers around podcasts (The Ricky Gervais Show!!!!) and playing Chuzzle for hours on end. It also involves a new TV show. New to me. Cancelled a couple years ago. I stumbled across the first episode of a marathon, and checked it out, purely out of curiosity. And proceeded to watch the marathon in its entirety. I now record the two episodes per day that air on the Women's Entertainment network. I'm not stalling. I'm not ashamed. It's Felicity.
That's right, Felicity. Keri Russell, Scott Speedman, Scott Foley, the pink power ranger ... I remember watching the pilot when it first aired, and not hating it. But then sometimes, when you aren't immediately drawn by a show, you lose track of it, and suddenly you don't care anymore. That's what happpened. But talk about coming back with a vengeance! I stopped on the episode because noon isn't a hotbed of quality television programming. After being pulled in, I consulted the schedule and found that there was another episode coming up. And another. And then another. And I can't tell you I wasn't delighted (I could, but it'd be a big fat lie). I sat on the couch for six hours, watching the Felicity marathon (the last six episodes of the final season!). I was still unshowered and in pajamas 15 minutes prior to Jeremy's arrival home that day. Allow me to say I'm not obsessed with this show, though everything I just typed probably argues the opposite. It's a very good show. But it doesn't come close to touching on the brilliance of the first several seasons of Ally McBeal. Or Northern Exposure. Surely not Gilmore Girls either. Though I have cried at Felicity three times since I've started watching. And in researching Felicity on the internet (yes, shut up.) I've found a lot of creative links to Alias, House, and Scrubs. I already enjoy Scrubs, and this encourages me to give the other two shows a try. It's the best way to find new shows. After I had become addicted to Gilmore Girls, I learned about all the incestuous creative commonalities between it and Family Guy. The writers! The producers! The actors! I was surprised, and equally not surprised. Great shows hide well in the sea of crap that makes up most of television these days. You've got to dig deep to find worthwhile options. Because when television is good, it's truly great. And when it's bad, it's devastating.
Jeremy took overtime this week, so he's been working 9-7. His check is going to be one of silk, written out in gold ink. It also means that on days off (which now fall every other day, thanks to not being able to work over 20 hours anymore), I'm here alone from 7:30a.m. until just after 8:00p.m. It's not as long as I expected it to feel. I'm a first-rate putterer. Only a fourth-class tidier, but I'm working on it.
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