Every month, right before the irritation ridden angst fest that is my PMS, I go through a few days of absolute space cadetiness.  I have been known to open the refrigerator because there are dishes in the sink that need to be washed.  I'll walk into the bedroom because I feel hungry.  I will sit down to watch television and before I know it, a half an hour has passed and I still have the remote in my hand, but the television has not been turned on.  During these few days it is not unlikely to ask me a question and then have to wait a very very long time for me to say "what?" because I've only just registered that you were talking to me.

Lucky for me, this month, those days started on the weekend–a weekend in which I didn't have a lot of work to do so I could just zone out.  I spent Saturday lying on the couch watching Bones (yay Netflix) and then, yesterday I started watching the second season of Lost (woo Hollywood Video).  Of course because Lost is what it is, I rushed through today's work so that I could keep watching and I am still not finished. Viva la tomorrow night when I'll use it to unwind from baby-sitting.

I had thought about writing about my Batman/Christian Bale viewing experience but I think that will keep for a few days.