I had a very lazy weekend this week. I got very, very drunk on Friday with Kirsty and we discussed Many Important Things.

I saw Martyn for the first time in two months. I say "saw", but I don't think in my intoxicated state that I really comprehended that it was him. I remember a friend giving me a piggy back ride to Flares because I kept losing my shoe and Martyn was outside the front doors telling us that they'd closed early. And that was it.

On Saturday I went to see my friend Jess who's just had her first sproglet. Oh my God, she's adorable! I'm not a baby person, but me and mum went baby clothes shopping and I decided I want a sprog just so I can dress it up. But then mum pointed out that that's not a valid reason to have a kid. Sigh.

Anyway, Jess was all glowing and smiling (I didn't think it was possible for her to look even happier than she normally does, 'cause that woman is permanently smiling all the damn time!) and then she gave Charlotte over to me to hold and there's a picture of me somewhere looking petrified and awkward. And I look at my wee baby face in that photo and I think to myself... God, totally not ready for that at all. Not even a little bit. The lady in the shop said I had maybe ten or so years to discover my inner mum before my clock started ticking, which, you know, THANKS.

I spent the rest of my weekend watching The Plan, Caprica and Mad Men. So lazy!

Anyway, thoughts on The Plan. )

God, I miss the show so much. It turns me into a big mushy mess. I'm finding Caprica fascinating; the story is solid, the ideas are wacky and intriguing. But it's just not filling the gap. It's not making me feel warm and comfortable, like I'm sharing my time with people I know and love. Maybe it's too early for that.

Either way, my thoughts of Caprica thus far. )

As for Mad Men, all I can say is this. )
Despite the fact that season four of Battlestar Galactica is a little bit of a mess, it's still the season that makes me cry the hardest. Really. I've been a blubbering mess this whole week. Mum keeps wondering why I'm constantly leaking and and whimpering at the screen, "Oh, Kara/Sam/Bill/Laura/whoever happens to be pulling at my heart strings right at that moment."

The mutiny is around the time that I start permanently dribbling out of my eyeballs. Oh, Sam. What they did to you totally makes sense, but it doesn't mean I have to like it! I've saved the last two episodes so I can watch them tonight. It doesn't help that I already know what happens because dammit, I can't stop leaking.

I'm going to watch The Plan afterwards (finally). More Sam! Weeee!

I've watched the first episode of Caprica and I admit, I'm a little intrigued. I think I need to watch a few more to decide if it's for me, though. I'm not completely sold yet.

You may be wondering why I've spent the last few weeks re-watching Battlestar Galactica. Well, it's my own personal blackmail. I'm trying hard to save on my finances, which means spending less time in places that steal away my money (e.g. the pub) and more time in places that don't steal my money (e.g. my house, friends' houses).

It also means no buying new dresses (!), no buying drinks for every Tom, Dick and Harry in the bar, and no frivolous purchases that I just don't need.

My self-restraint, however, is poor. Someone says pub or invites me out or suggests we go away for the weekend, I'm totally there. I therefore need to constantly bribe myself to stay in with good TV and good books. My social life has been narrowed down to Burlesque on Wednesdays, one night out on the weekends, and visiting those friends that will lead me not into temptation.

Le sigh. I need more good shows and more good books if I'm going to keep this up.

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