The library is Satan and I am Jesus in the desert.

Not really. It's just that the free and ready access to "The West Wing" on DVD is well....tempting.

I am frustrated by things that make me both happy and sad at the same time. These include:
The West Wing, Drinking, Blogging, Film, My house, Orlando, New York, People, and a lot of other things.

Okay...you get the idea. I'm a freakin basket case this week. I watched the episode "Women of Qumar" today. The one in which they strike a deal to sell weapons to the fictional nation of Qumar (Re: Saudi Arabia or nation with similar women's rights status...). CJ is upset because well "They beat their women" and the US stands by and does business with them, but she has to put on a good public face. There is a moment when Toby stands in the back of the briefing room as CJ, very casually, breaks the news of the treaty. They make eye contact and Toby puts his hands over his heart. It might be my favorite moment of the whole series. It's sad and beautiful and it breaks my heart.

I was walking home from downtown last night. It was late, the bars had all just closed, and nobody wanted me to walk home by myself. There's a house, maybe a block and a half from my place, that's always hopping. Pretty much whenever I walk by there are people there--out front or hanging out on the porch. Apparently 3am is no different. There were a couple guys sitting on the porch smoking cigarettes. Their dog came running up to me and they called him back. We didn't exchange greetings or anything. I was just past the house when I heard one of the guys say (I don't know whether he intended me to hear or not) "Why is she walking by herself?"

I wanted to scream or cry or hit something. I'm not stupid, and I'll f-ing walk home if I want to.