I'm not hungover, so that's good

jteethy's birthday celebration was yesterday, and much fun was had. I had probably one drink too many for my own good (apparently three is my limit these days... *sigh*), and likely caused a fair bit of amusement for the people there.

I am not hungover this morning, which is good.

Instead of gardening this weekend, I shall be at work. *sigh* Luckily for me, moonandtree and his father might be coming by to do some work in the garden. So far everyone has worked in my garden except me. It's very frustrating.

On the plus side, the Overtime Fairy is going to help me pay for some of this furniture I bought last month. While I'm not in trouble specifically, things are a wee bit tight right now. I'm expecting an OT cheque next week, which is all to the good, and after that there ought to be even more. My supervisor has made noises about my working next weekend, too. I told him I would do it only if we were otherwise totally screwed.

In other news I am officially the n00b's new coach, as her coach is down for the count with labyrinthitis.

Okay, off to work.

I don't want to be here...

I want to be in my garden. That was the original plan for this weekend...

Where has the love gone?

Dear X-Files,

We had it so good, you and I. I used to watch you with my mother every Friday, without fail. We even made my poor father eat dinner early sometimes so we'd be sure not to miss important episodes.

I relived the rush of discovery while I re-watched the first season. I loved watching the show mature all over again. I even forgave some of the foibles in seasons 6 through 8, because every show has its ups and downs, and there were enough good things to keep me coming back.

Now, though, I am watching Season 9, and I am not feeling the love anymore. You have a potentially interesting character in Agent Doggett, and Agent Reyes is annoying but not awful. I have to ask, though: did you fire all your writers and have some random guy from the production department write the script? Who came up with these plots? Poor Agent Doggett has come close to death three times already, and I'm not even halfway through the season! That's ridiculous. Scully is unrecognizable. It's as though they gave Gillian Anderson a completely different role to play and named it Scully for the hell of it.

I can't tell you how disappointed I am, X-Files. You're making a dog's breakfast of a show I loved. I know I'm years too late, and that everyone has already said this, but I feel compelled to say it again.

No love,

Me