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I felt miserable and punky all day yesterday, lethargic and headachy and mentally befogged, so of course my brain weasels decided to chime in with the happy possibility that I've got some insidious infection simmering in my teeth that is slowly working its way to my brain, and that is my my head hurts at night. Never mind that the pain vanishes the minute I crawl into bed and let my body relax. Nope. Dying. I've always had anxiety, but it's gotten so much worse the older I get. Just another fine legacy from the walking pox that is my mother, I guess. Thanks, fateful mix of flawed nature and toxic nurture.
Today has been much better. The forecast called for rain, but it's been gorgeous all day. This interminable heatwave has finally loosened its grip, and the temperature kissed eight but briefly and is now falling, which means I won't be wilting in my own pungent soup tonight if/when I watch more NYPD Blue on Prime. I watched the first four seasons when they were being released on DVD in the dim, antediluvian past, and then they stopped releasing them, so I stopped caring, and by the time they got around to it, I'd forgotten most of the plot threads. Now Amazon has the entire series, and I can catch up and see what I missed.
One thing I've never forgotten, though, is how much better the show got once David Caruso left. Most of his scenes have this thin(and sometimes not so thin)layer of smarm, and I'm sorry, but I refuse to believe so many hot, capable women in New York are clamoring to ride his bologna pony. Jimmy Smits was such an upgrade, and even before he showed up, Nicholas Turturro was right there! Oh, well, I'll just have to slog my way through to the better seasons.
Today has been much better. The forecast called for rain, but it's been gorgeous all day. This interminable heatwave has finally loosened its grip, and the temperature kissed eight but briefly and is now falling, which means I won't be wilting in my own pungent soup tonight if/when I watch more NYPD Blue on Prime. I watched the first four seasons when they were being released on DVD in the dim, antediluvian past, and then they stopped releasing them, so I stopped caring, and by the time they got around to it, I'd forgotten most of the plot threads. Now Amazon has the entire series, and I can catch up and see what I missed.
One thing I've never forgotten, though, is how much better the show got once David Caruso left. Most of his scenes have this thin(and sometimes not so thin)layer of smarm, and I'm sorry, but I refuse to believe so many hot, capable women in New York are clamoring to ride his bologna pony. Jimmy Smits was such an upgrade, and even before he showed up, Nicholas Turturro was right there! Oh, well, I'll just have to slog my way through to the better seasons.
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