I just watched the “Brown Betty” episode of Fringe. There was a detective story (noir, but with a few touches of futuristic technology – cool combination), singing, and Peter and Olivia almost/kinda falling in love, all in the guise of a story told to a little girl…I think I really like Joshua Jackson.
John stayed home with Roxy today. No seizures. She napped the day away. I wish I could be home. But it’s Wednesday night already (isn’t it? I can’t tell.), and I only have one more work day to go.
Forgive me, Internet, for quitting now. I haven’t been sleeping well in this hotel bed (I think I hate the pillows – too squishy), I haven’t gone for a run in I don’t know how many days, and I’m really tired.