On a happier note, amazon.com shipped Buffy Season 6 and 7 DVDs in 11 days which is great! Which gives me a reason to stay at home instead of tramping around the touristy spots (ie zoo, birdpark, night safari) as i have been doing for the past two months. It isn't that bad, but after a while, it all looks and smells the same.
Bittorrent sucks now; it's impossible to download anything at a decent speed so I'm back to using Acquisition.
Was finally home on a Thursday night to catch Lost episode 1x07 and it was too happy and optimistic to be nice. What happened to the angst, the despair, the fear you could smell (not just from seeing them get dirty and mud-ed)? A reforming drug addict recalling the good old days when he used to go to confession, seeing himself as a moth who finally regained his 'freedom' from the hold of his drug habit? Sounds similar to one of those Chinese short stories we had to read in the good old River Valley days. (You do know I'm being sarcastic don't you?)
Alright I suppose I'm being a little harsh but maybe I just don't believe in happy endings anymore. Not in this world at least.
(Are you already going, "And it took you this long to arrive at this conclusion?")
Starting on a happy note doesn't mean ending on a happy note. See, I tricked you again.
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