I don't know why Sluggo is so cranky tonight, or why my ISP won't give me anything better than a 28k connection, or why the cat is so insistent that I give her all my attention, but it's all combining to demolish my concentration. As everything that happens in the world is the result of some vast conspiracy against me, I choose to blame the television this time. It wants to be watched, and is thus controlling everything around it, leaving me without options. Wednesday night. I'm sure there's nothing worthwhile on, but what's the point in fighting the omnipotent power? Maybe it will be mollified by an hour or two of viewing, and I'll then be able to return to Sluggo. Ah, reality is such an asspain, even when it's imaginary!