but you won't talk won't look won't think of me

I may not like Mondays at all, but I must admit to a weakness for West Wing Marathon Mondays on the Bravo channel. I'm sort of a West Wing junkie, even if the series did go downhill after Aaron Sorkin and Tommy Schlamme stopped being involved. And as of recently the whole damn series is in syndication on Bravo, even the stuff that's not even close to being out on DVD. Last night, for example, was the end of the most recent season. They brought us all the way up to date with last year's season finale, just in time for the new season to begin next week.

I, um, may have stayed up a little too late watching West Wing reruns. Oh well.

Goddamn does Mexican food in the Boston area suck. I know this because in my continuing attempts to explore all the takeout and delivery places in my new neighborhood I tried some last night. That's $15 I'll never see again. They only thing they didn't screw up was the quesadillas, and really if I wanted those I could make them myself. But mostly the food was just soggy and/or cold and wholly unappetizing. I'm striking that place off the list.