fornication

It's a lazy Sunday. I took a walk yesterday to get some food downtown, and maybe that was a bad idea. The company and the food were great, but my right toe is now twice the size of my left. The irony in this is that usually it's my left toe that is giving me the business. Shrug. I'm pretty loaded up with Advil, and can't feel much of anything. At any rate, I'm not leaving the house. I did enough of that yesterday.

I started watching the TV series "Californication" yesterday (thanks to Netflix instant viewing). I got hooked into it right away, and I'm sure that had nothing to do with bare chested women that were seemingly in every episode. Truthfully, I was surprised to find myself sucked into the story line and ultimately, identifying with Hank Moody, the main character played by David Duchovny of all people. I mean, no, I don't overindulge myself in many of the particular "habits" practice by Hank. I mean, it sounds like a grand life and all, to have women throw themselves at you left and right, but it doesn't happen like that anyway, and besides, you see where it ultimately leads. At any rate, an only son in a family full of girls, the chauvinistic father who seldom gives the son any credit, self-loathing... ultimately leading to the character feeling like he has to be the protector of the female gender, all while wanting to have his cake and eat it too... yes, I identify with that quite well - it's actually kind of uncomfortable. Now I'm blogging, just like Moody. OH - and the biggest thing - Moody apparently has an issue with the use of LOL. My goodness, there are fewer things in this world that drive me crazy. Not that I'm a stickler to the King's English, but he's kind of judgemental guy; I tend to have that in me myself - all while attempting to gracefully tiptoe across my own moral high wire.

I'm not a fan of Duchovny (or his awful hair), and the show is so-so - actually kind of ridiculous in a lot of ways. I mean, the character is no where as near as old-fashioned as he might have himself to be. No matter, I'm completely sucked into it. It's made me sad, depressed, happy, weepy, giggly - those reactions usually bode well for me needing immediate fulfillment. I finished season one today, and I want to watch season two right away. I almost subscribed to Showtime just so I could see it right away, but reluctantly opted to return to bit torrents for the time being (because of the risk internet maliciousness). I should have it all soon again so I can see where this goes next.

While I wait for those to finish, I'm watching some Star Trek. I guess I could be doing more productive activities with this time, but frankly, my toe health is more important, and I've been busy enough, I think. I mean, I went to the lake twice this week. I worked out twice. I went to Detroit last night. And I'm getting over a bacterial infection in my throat. I deserve to veg today.