Atlanta, GA

…she wants a drink of water so she waits and waits and waits and waits for…it to rain? No…for Max to come home and get her a glass of water so she doesn’t have to get off the couch. Because she’s too damn lazy.

Not really. I actually did the dishes and sent off some e-mails and then realized the dishwasher must be broken since the kitchen floor is now covered in water. (Max, you may have wanted to mention that before you left me alone at your apartment to eat all your food, dirty all your dishes, and flood your kitchen?)

You see the reason I feel lazy is because of the sudden resurgence in TV watching I’ve been doing. Or at least TV shows I’ve been watching that are now on DVD. Jeanne will be pleased to know that I have too become hooked on “Felicity.” Now some of you may think to yourself, “You watch “Buffy”, I’m surprised you hadn’t already seen Felicity,” but really the shows are very different and I wanted nothing to do with the soap opera/cry me a river WB drama of such things as “Felicity” and “Dawson’s Creek.” But alas, Dave has harped on me for awhile now to give it a shot and seeing that I’m on sabbatical and he had them on DVD, I started watching it; and that was all it took. I’m hooked. Prepare yourself, but “Felicity” is actually a well-written, methodically thought-out, fairly accurate portrayal of what college might be like for someone. I have my complaints about things such as how freaking skinny everyone is, or how many mistakes she makes, or how they all seem to be friends throughout the entire series (I myself don’t know what most of my first two years of college friends are up to now), but basically it is enjoyable, believable, and I actually can’t stop watching.

Unfortunately, I don’t have Season 3 with me (it’s on tape back at Dave’s and I’m in Atlanta with Max). I was supposed to save at least four episodes from Season 2 for the plane ride home (Dave lent me his little DVD player, whatta guy), but I got carried away and found myself finishing up Season 2 at 3:30am the other night.

So where does that leave me? Watching “Queer as Folk” from Max’s DVD collection. Maddy, if you’re reading this, the woman at Broadway Video was right. The original British version is ten times better than the American version, but strange to watch since the story line is almost identical. God help me. I’m an addict. I haven’t left Max’s apartment since he left for work in Augusta yesterday. He gets back in a half hour and I’m still sitting here. Tomorrow we leave for Maine to see Aaron and possibly Jeanne! Maybe this will break my bad habit of slackerdom. New England, here I come. Break out the beer.