I've been watching an ungodly quantity of classic Buffy the Vampire Slayer episodes again lately. Having reviewed the masterpiece known as Season 3 last weekend, I've gone back to Season 1, where the hellmouth fun started. When the Season 7 set comes out, I think it would officially be a good idea to take a couple weeks off work to go through the entire lot. (Yes, we had damn well better hope I have a job by that time.) Joss Whedon is indeed a television genius.

As of tonight, I have finally gotten with the times, and installed BitTorrent. I needed to get the Matrix Revolutions teaser, and the Warner site was slashdotted. What a fine piece of technology. I might have to start using it regularly for these sorts of downloads. Oh, and Revolutions is absolutely going to rule. Everyone already knows that though.

About some of the crap I've written here recently.... I guess it's obvious I'm in a personal down cycle lately. Part of it, I think, is likely due to the way my brain chemistry tends to punish me the worst when I least need it. Medication should keep that from going to the utter dangerous extreme.

(And yes, I have a bunch of it because I didn't take as much or as often as was prescribed. #include <bitscape_has_been_naughty.h> And no, I haven't seen any doctors recently. Out of the question, budget-wise. Even if I could afford it, the benefits of doing so for reasons other than a simple prescription refill are questionable.)

I realize again how much being unemployed takes its toll, emotionally. Ok, so technically, I might be considered semi-employed at this point. Between buildmeasite, other associated scottgalvin.com projects, and helping my dad out with his PC every now and then (which he seems to think is valuable enough to his business to pay me something for), I'm staying afloat, financially. But there's more to it.

Though I hate to admit it, as tiresome as the Mon-Fri 9-5 life can be (or, alternatively, evenings and weekends drudgery; i.e. no life for you schedule), it does provide a certain sort of baseline stability, as well as preventing going into total isolation mode. (Which I have an unfortunate tendency to do when left to my whims, especially at times when doing anything that involves spending money is inadvisable.)

So anyway... Rough times. We deal. We survive. Right?

Now, another episode or 2 before bed. What time is it anyway?