I've done it again... spent many hours with my eyes glued to my laptop, riveted by the one and only... Jack Bauer. Sad, really. Or would be if I cared. Right now all I can think about is when and where I can continue watching season five. Luckily tomorrow is a holiday.
Between 24 and sleeping I managed to sneek in some good old-fashioned reading time. Kazuo Ishiguro captured me with Never let me go and The remains of the day. Both books fascinating, the former gruesomely so.