Last time was bad enough. There is no sense thwacking myself with a brick in the head again and I do not need to be sent into another frothing rage. Praying for my country, at this point, is all I can do.
So, I will write today. I will do something I enjoy, in blatant defiance of... well. Everything. As I have said before, my happiness is not dependent on who sits in the White House. My life will go serenely on, with perhaps a few hiccups along the way. As it does.
Which is not to say I will be avoiding TV tonight. After all, I have been looking forward to "The Following" for as long as I've been aware of it. Kevin Bacon hooked me in the first ad--and then when I found out James Purefoy was the villain, my squee-age knew no bounds. And there are Poe references. I'll reserve judgment until we're four eps in, but it looks amazing, from the previews. *bounces*
And, of course, Castle is also on tonight, and H50 (which we will DVR). So, really, there's no bad there.
Meanwhile, I write. I cracked 40,000 words in the Project o'Doom last night. Let's see if I can stick an END at the bottom of this story today and start the next one, shall we?