I’m definitely procrastinating this morning. I have a ton of things to get to, or so it always seems. I guess they’re not really that many things. But you know when there’s something you really don’t like to do, but know you have to do, it sort of takes over your entire day? I have a few tasks like that.

I’ve been quiet at Midnight Island the past few days for several reasons:

1. Sometimes I just really have nothing interesting to say and spend my time reading what other people are saying instead
2. The interesting things I’ve had to say, I’ve been saying elsewhere.
3. I’ve been working on Rayne.

I’ve managed to write 13 pages (approx. 4, 351 words) in the past two days. Tonight, I hope to get even further, and maybe manage a public update by the weekend.

I’ve also been obsessing about upcoming movies again, and I’m sure Karine is going to throw me off the balcony soon if I continue.

I watched the first episode of The L Word season 3, and just as I suspected: The writing has gone even further down the tubes. How is it possible? What are they thinking? It boggles what’s left of my mind. And still I watch the damn thing, even though half the time I’m screaming at it … in my head.

The only thing that saves the show is the acting, and I doubt even that will rescue the crapness of plot they’ve come up with for the rest of the season. I have to spoil myself or else the stupidity will catch me offguard and I might pull out my hair. I hope some day to thank Ilene Chaiken personally for proving why lesbians should NOT have their own TV show. I’m certain they plan to hit every single horrible cliche before Showtime mercifully pulls the plug.

It’s a shame because that show had great potential: great characters, and the actresses to go with them. It’s the writing. Dear God, the writing. When they first leaked the pilot in the Internets many moons ago, I honestly thought it was a joke. I actually thought, “Well, at least nothing Ilene comes up with can possibly be as bad as this.”

Of course not. Cause it was actually for real!

Okay, I have to shut up now and go to work. But first I need to take some anti-depressant pills and go stalk all my ex’s while lighting candles at their shrines. Oh crap, I’m still missing a few cardboard cut-outs of them, certainly my altar cannot be complete without them. And while I’m at it, I should probably stop by the sperm bank, so I can get pregnant. Oh and on the way back I should fall in love with a man.*

God, I have so many things to do today.

*You’d understand my sarcasm if you’d seen the show, which - unfortunately - features all of the above.

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