Bad Robot

Today felt like an off day.  It wasn't just me.  Everyone else around me felt it.  Maybe it was the weather.  Maybe it was the stress.  Maybe it's because my summer plans hang in mid-air.  But I felt off.  Was I hungry?  Sore?  Feverish?  A little bit of each.  Yet not at all.  In the face of all this, Roommate Claude and I decided to confront the malaise and funk the best way we knew how: a night of bad television.  The trick is to get the perfect mix of lowbrow reality shows with lowbrow scripted series that feature chiseled doctors in emotional situations.  Adding on ice cream and Oreos doesn't hurt.  I'm not saying I have the cure for cancer.  But I no longer think I have restless leg syndrome as I did three hours ago.  Little victories.