24

Okay, one thing I'm really excited about is next weekend's premiere of 24. While I enjoy (immensely) Kiefer Sutherland's season-long scowl, what's really fun is following Dave Barry's blog while watching the show. It's the only reason I even kept my laptop. I'm still trying to catch up on seasons. A while ago I stopped mid-season in season 3. I've heard season five is great, but I confess I lost interest last season when they killed off Alexander Siddig's character. Still. I'm more excited than I am at Christmas.

This show is like crack. I still remember D telling me he bought all the available seasons on sale, and after we got back from Christmas break, I sat down to watch season 1 (not ever having watched the show). I was only going to watch one or two episodes, but ended up watching seasons 1 and 2 over the weekend. By the end of the weekend, I'm pretty sure I did look like I was on crack. I may post some reviews up here, or even some comments from the blog. Great fun.

In other news, Gatsby has taken to sleeping next to my head at night. I think Orson feels a little miffed, because my bed was his bed. He's still welcome on it, of course, but he's taken to sleeping in a laundry basket. He's still my baby. I hope he knows it.

Gatsby gained weight while we were gone, too, though now that I have him back on his normal amount of food, I think he'll lose it. Plus, I think he's more active now that we're home. Orson, on the other hand, has lost weight since Gatsby has been here—which is great, because Orson was a real porker there for a while.