...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

Vague attempt to do something other than sleep and cough sadly on my day off ended in ignomious defeat today after I dozed through three consecutive episodes of the A Team, waking up to various scenes that made even less sense than usual, including Face getting married to a nun, Amy putting explosives on hubcaps and Murdock being a horse rustler. Normally that stuff wouldn't phase me, but the fact that I slept through any explainations, however flimsy, made everything far too confusing for my cold-fuddled brain.

On plus side, I now feel quite a lot better, and am well enough once again to bitch and moan about Face's stupid ironed jeans and pastel sweaters. Pastels are the work of the Devil.