nothing better to do but write

it's about ten on a tuesday night, and House has just concluded for the evening. it's a two-part episode, and boy, is it a heady one. my boyfriend turned me onto the show, simply by the fact that he can't say enough in favour of it. i make a habit of not dating stupid men, and as far as he goes, i'm clearly a purist on that rule. thus, his opinions -- whether they differ from my genres or not -- are worth an extra dose of consideration on the merit of simply he being who he is.

so, now i watch the show. and this episode was v. good, as bridget jones would say.

it has been a long, long while since i polished off a bottle of red wine on my own, but today, the clock has reset. yep, i'm drunk. certifiable, my friends. i've been well-behaved in recent months. i have been drunk three times in the last 28 months. once by accident last september; i blame GayBoy. the other, the staff party -- a given drunken occasion, if ever there were one, and my fabulous employers of old would be adamant in providing one -- last december, and the third time the staff party a year previous to the last incident.

so, i'm drunk. yep. completely. there may even be a bit of a glass of wine left, but shit, i haven't drank this much since dec. 10th or so. whew. hard work, this typing/dexterity/thought thing.

i had a point in beginning this posting, but then i thought, "but i'd rather email my boyfriend," so i stopped and did that. then someone else emailed me, and i thought, "well, i'd like to email them," and so i did that. and now, here i am, with zero flow.

honestly, i should just stop typing and go have a bath. drunken steffs are not so good for writing. my grammar and spelling really is a cut above, though, isn't it? not counting Capital Letters, of course.

someone's jetting up the street with very little in the way of a muffler. quite disruptive. which means i no longer have reason to continue writing. my pride insists. ;) bath beckons.

hot and oily, aka good and good. ;)