Total waste of a day. I rolled out of bed, watched the snowiest football game with the Lions at Philly, and then hit a stride of a Law and Order: SVU Nick Amaro marathon. Somehow the day slips by and it's eight PM and I need to shuffle out into the snow to get groceries and such from Target. Then it's back home, frozen pizza, and more L&W:SVU. Fuck.. no laundry.. no cleaning.. no coding.. no games.. just me, the couch, and my stories.

I am not saying I do these often, but when I do I feel bad for not accomplishing much that day except r&r on the brain while becoming more intensely paranoid and distrustful of humanity as it is played out in hour long segments. Maybe my brain needed the break, or my couch needed the companionship.. either way it has to be a sign of sickness, right? I mean that much Mariska Hargitay and Ice-T can't be good for you, can it?