Battlestar Galactica is seriously, seriously irritating me by (a) killing Starbuck, (b) becoming a courtroom drama.
So I find myself perusing my old LJ entries and wondering why sleep eludes me. This one is pretty good: In which I visit the Taj and travel widely.
An excerpt: I take it as a sign of my profound road-warrior status that the people here are addressing me in German. I must really look like hell, man.
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