Another reason to love The Wire: "Hamsterdam." You just know something is gonna go awry, but so far I'm intrigued. I've watched three seasons so far and the show still rocks.

Also, and this may be the most ridiculous thing I've ever said... no really, just wait for it: I think I've gotten much better at spotting drug dealers.

It's because of The Wire, season two in particular, that I've associated the last week of editing with dock work. I would get up, check my company's website, and see if the proverbial ship had come in. If it had, I worked.

Ships of words and sentences. What a wonderful world that would be.

Usually there just wasn't work to be had; perhaps that's one reason why this week seemed unusually boozy and exciting. I met some people (I remember long conversations about Firefly, grammatical conventions, and the history of ska) and I'm actually missing ten minutes of my life, for the first time since junior year of college. Tomorrow, however, is the start of a new month, so I should have regular work again. My life already feels a bit more ordered.

I'll still have time for side projects, side projects more interesting than playing videogames or trapping our apartment's overly-bold mouse (though that was a sweet victory). What exactly, I'm not quite sure...