So I was going to post, and tell everyone about SciFi Saturday, and how it went off very well. About how I couldn't find Dan's party on Saturday and wound up wandering around some random bar in Kensington looking like the fool. Tell you about my search for another roommate, and future plans. About.... life.

But I just watched Battlestar Galactica, episode twenty. All of that seems to have been brushed aside, trivial. I no longer know what to do. I have a Mike's hard in my hand. It's helping.

I was.

Now I don't know.

I'm going to sit in the corner now.