I didn't get as much done as I'd intended yesterday, so I really have to work my ass off today. A project is due tonight. Heavy heaving sigh. I don't know why I do this to myself every single time, but there you have it. It also means that I can't stop working, either, until I am finished. Ah, well, I can do it. I somehow always manage to.
We've been watching the final season of Damages, the one done by Netflix, and it really is quite extraordinary. It was a great show; Seasons 1 and 3 were spectacular, while 2 and 4 were just kind of meh. Season 2 could have been so much better; I mean, they had William Hurt and Marcia Gay Harden in the cast, but the story just wasn't very good. Season 3, though, was a return to the utter amazing form of Season 1. Glenn Close and Rose Byrne are also terrific, as always. I am very curious to see where this season goes; it's built around a Julian Assange type, played by Ryan Philippe, who is aging like a fine wine.
It's gloomy out there this morning, and Paul is leaving on Tuesday night--which I just realized is like two days from now. Which, of course, means Scooter is going to be needy needy needy for days. I have noticed, though, that if I used Paul's computer upstairs in the bedroom, he isn't quite as needy as he is when I am working at my own desk downstairs. Maybe that's something I can manage while Paul is gone. And Southern Decadence is next weekend. I'll be bringing both phone and camera with me to work the table, so I can keep my tradition of photographing beautiful boys alive for yet another year.
I am also currently reading three things: Empire by Gore Vidal, Fire Will Freeze by Margaret Millar, and Crisis on Infinite Earths on my iPad; I do love the Comixology app. I highly recommend it.
I suspect I will get a lot of reading done while Paul is absent.
And on that note, I need to get back to the spice mines.
Here's today's hottie: