when the lights go down, don't go around

last night's Lost was just ok. i suppose it's a testament to the writing and acting that i continue to watch a program that has multiple plot lines left for dead and 10 minutes of commercials for every 5 minutes of show. i mean it's fucking ridiculous! enough with the bombardment of advertisements! answer some damn questions!

but i'll sure as shit watch next week. fuck me.

it might be time to get some new kicks because i dreamt last night that i was shopping for some brown pumas.

the fog outside has not lifted yet and i am glad. the fog makes everything looks so eerie and different. in between my truck and the office door, the leafless trees were silhouetted by the fog and a crow cawed out to the emptiness. it was all very film noir-ish. except there was nobody murdered. but there could have been!