4: where everybody knows your name

Do any of you watch The L Word? Which is kind of indefensibly bad at the moment but wasn't always that way? (I have issues about the bad TV I watch, but I'm realizing that I don't have that much to be embarrassed about based on the number of people I've seen talking/writing/twittering/Facebook-status-updating about The Bachelor. Apparently some atrocious thing happened, whatever, that show is not my drug of choice, but I am taking comfort in the fact that everyone in the world seems to have TV transgressions.) If you do watch America's favorite lesbians on Showtime every week, this is hilarious. If you don't, it won't make any sense.

Anyway, the point is that a friend from work and I go to the same bar (Sherri: Felicia's -- did you ever go?) every week to watch, and we always order the same amazing hot chocolate drinks with Godiva and Bailey's in them. And for the last two weeks, the bartender has recognized me and known what I wanted. I am a regular! I am Norm on Cheers! Soon, they will be shouting my name when I walk through the door!

It kind of sounds like I spend all my time in bars, doesn't it. That is far from true but it has been a long day... late to work, forgot my yoga clothes, spent several hours editing something shall we say challenging, now trying not to freak out about my impending blood draw tomorrow morning. I think we all need a dose of everyone's favorite existential comic, Garfield Minus Garfield. It's worth going to read the description of what this guy is doing (apparently with the blessing of Jim Davis), because I think it's a little brilliant.