I'm tired, hungry, feeling slightly out of it all because I had to be in to work at 8am today.
Problem is that I went to sleep at 4am.
My day was composed of coming back home after work, napping, pulling nails out of an antique chair in order to repair the covering and the bottom support straps, computer stuff, and then watched Burn Notice.
Anyways, the title of this post is interesting. My roommate and I made fun of how some parts of the show were written and started doing shit like:
"Every professional spy knows that no waiter would serve you in a high class restaurant if you're not wearing a shirt or shoes. But wear no pants and the waitresses are all over you."
And the title refers to this stupid thing that I keep doing where I act that Michael Weston is a doctor who is pulled back from an overseas high-paying medical clinic to a burn victims unit at a local Miami hospital and that he spends the shows helping burn victims and trying to figure out why he was demoted to the local burn center.