Yes, it's this again!
Current clothes: Mostly-blue, not-too-loud Hawaiian shirt, unbuttoned over a plain gray shirt. Blue jeans. White socks. Black sneakers.
Current mood: Not bad at all. I had a good weekend, my sleeping patterns are where they need to be, I worked a short day today, and I've managed to knock a few big items off my to-do list. All-in-all, it adds up to feeling pretty good.
Current music: Fashion Nugget by Cake.
Current annoyance: My plantar fasciitis is bugging me again, probably because I've gotten very haphazard about doing my stretches. Thank goodness (or podiatry) for the shoe inserts, though. Even when it's acting up, I'm mostly able to walk as much as I want with little or no pain. Which is particularly good, because I'm going out to visit my sister in a couple of months, and we're going hiking!
Current thing: I don't know. Lately, I've been in one of those moods where I really just want to spend all of my time lying on the sofa reading, but my ability to do that has been kind of limited.
Current desktop picture: Still the same Hawaiian mountain view as last month. I should change it soon.
Current book: 100 Fiendish Little Frightmares, edited by Stefan Dziemianowicz, Robert Weinberg and Martin H. Greenberg. It's a collection of very short horror stories, mostly about five or six pages. I've only read a few yet, but so far it's not bad. I've also just started I Love It When You Talk Retro: Hoochie Coochie, Double Whammy, Drop a Dime, and the Forgotten Origins of American Speech by Ralph Keyes, which I'm keeping in the kitten's room and dipping in and out of.
Current song in head: There've been all kinds of things swirling around in here, but I think often as not it's They Might Be Giants' "Dead."
Current DVD in player: On the treadmill, I'm still watching season one of the original Twilight Zone. In the living room, I've just finished disc one of Torchwood: Miracle Day, meaning I'm now three episodes in. Given the universally negative responses I've seen to Miracle Day, I was in no hurry to watch it, but I somehow felt like I ought to, eventually, if only for completeness' sake. So, now that it's out from Netflix, I'm finally watching it. And, yeah, so far it's not good. I suppose it's not actively bad, really, at least not in any interesting ways. It's just... not good. Which is a pity, considering that it has an intruiging premise. Not exactly an original one, admittedly, but their approach to it is interesting, with a lot of details that have the potential to make it a really effective horror story. It's a shame it's all mixed in with some wince-inducing pseudoscience, but, oh, well. This is Torchwood. My expectations for plausibility are low. No, the real problem is that so far the plot is just not at all engaging, and the directions it seems to be going in are not promising. It's also already giving the impression of too little story being dragged out over too many episodes. And I'm already tired of "Ha, ha, Americans and British people are different and use different words for things! What a hoot!", something that too often seems to be standing in place of both comic relief and character development. Ah, well. At least Jack is still pretty. Very, very pretty.
Current refreshment: Lemon ginger tea.
Current worry: As mentioned above, I'm going out to visit my sister in a couple of months, and I need to figure out what I'm doing with the cats. Since Happiness needs to take pills now, I can't just have somebody come by and dump food out for them this time, plus if the kitten's still around then, I very likely still won't be able to leave her alone with the other cats. Fortunately, I have several options, but all of them worry me slightly.
Current thought: I need to go pay some more attention to the kitten. And get some exercise. And maybe do the dishes. And maybe I ought to go watch another Torchwood episode. And, still, all I really want to do is lie on the sofa and read. Ah, well.