Is Jon Stewart reading my blog?

I was watching The Daily Show this evening, and I couldn't help but notice that Jon Stewart stole my joke!

Okay, okay, so the leap from Joe Six-Pack to Jane Boxed Wine (or Wine Box) wasn't exactly all that difficult, but still... I thought of it first. (*pouts*)

Other than not receiving royalties for joke thievery, it's been a fairly chill weekend. Met up with some friends on Saturday eve and had a few (okay, okay, several) beers. Sunday I saw Equus with a friend of mine who was in town from the UK--that makes the third UK friend I've seen this year! Pairing that with a naked Harry Potter made for quite an enjoyable afternoon :)

Actually, I was fairly impressed with Mr. Radcliffe, I must say. Impressed with his acting. Get your mind out of the gutter. The beginning of the show was a bit rough, but by the end I had bought in completely. And if you've ever seen Equus, the second half--and particularly the end--is what really matters. All in all, I think he turned in a decent performance. Kudos to you, Harry!

Oh, and to the Set, Lighting, Costume, and Sound Designers? Very large karmic hugs are being sent to you my friends, because the technical aspects of the show made up for any performance shortcomings (there was one actress that I did not like at all, I must admit).

And that... is about it really. Tomorrow I need to call the University health center and ask if I am EVER going to get the results of my bloodwork. I still have no idea what's wrong with me and if nothing shows up in the bloodwork then I might have to suck it up and go see a shrink for the first time in my life. I mean, I've gone through phases like this before--trouble sleeping and waking up, general sense of malaise when left to my own devices without any specific task to accomplish--but usually it only lasts for a day or two. This has been going on for a month now, and frankly? It's getting old.

Unlike Christian Slater, who appears to have ceased aging. Watched the premiere of his new TV show tonight. Not bad.

Right. I am clearly talking about nothing. Time for bed.

Wish me luck!