Yesterday, I left the house twice, both times to go to the store. The rest of my day was spent watching Project Runway. Second Season. Erin and I watched until my mind turned into a poi-like paste and my eyes had raisined like fingers soaked too long in water. Afterwards there was a walk-off between Erin and myself (she won).

Now I’m feeling the TV hang-over. And possibly the fall-out. I’m the kind of person who, say, doesn’t read just one book about sea captains but perhaps reads three, and while reading these books and being so immersed in sea-faring culture begins to think of things in a sea-faring way. So after watching some 12 or so hours of gay fashion designers cry on stage, I’m a little concerned about how this may affect my behavior.

Oh, well. I’ll just have to make it work. Carry on!