At work yesterday I managed to dislodge a contact lens while staring blankly at a somewhat negative research statistic I was supposed to be coming up with a positive spin for. I kept blinking and waiting for it to pop out onto my cheek, like it usually does when it gets misplaced; but with each blink it felt like it was folding itself up and traveling further into the far reaches of my eye sockets. I took myself off to the women's restroom where I could forage around in my now furiously red, watery eye in peace. After that turned out to be no help at all, I returned to my desk, convinced that it must have popped out en route to the bathroom, in which case I would never find it because it was probably stuck to the bottom of someone's shoe.
All day, I walked around with one good eye, its usefulness greatly enhanced when I shut the other eye (I felt like George Costanza with his inadvertent wink), all the while knowing that flimsy little sucker was still in there. At 3:30 I couldn't take it anymore and had to go home. 5 hours of lopsided vision had left me cranky and sorry for myself. And of course my wild imagination was putting the lens in a place I would never find it, even though I had been assured that was pretty much impossible.
All I wanted was the couch, and the stuff waiting for me on TiVo. Finally, during a particularly heartfelt rerun of Everwood that caused me to well up a bit, that thing floated right out, completely torn down the middle. Lessons learned: Everwood has wonderfully therapeutic qualities, in spite of its occasional preachy-ness; my eyes snap into submission when there is TV to be watched, and thank god that was my last sample pair of delicate daily disposables, because I will never wear them again.
But I did get all caught up on TV, and I had a lot to get through. So here goes:
Project Runway: Reunion shows are often a bit boring, but this one had some pretty good stuff. We got even closer to Vincent's brand of Crazy, and hearing Heidi Klum saying "hoochie" twice in succession while reminiscing about one of Angela's outfits was most enjoyable.
Studio 60: I share the opinion of many bloggers who've covered the show this week. The sketch comedy scenes are awful. The "Science, Schmience" skit was remarkably unfunny and excruciatingly unwatchable. But Matthew Perry and Amanda Peet are making it worthwhile. I love both of them in their roles.
Six Degrees: This one is starting to reel me in, even though the pilot left me skeptical. I had forgotten how attractive Campbell Scott is.
Grey's Anatomy: This week's episode had some great lines (none of which I can remember now) and I never thought I'd see the day, but Dr. McDreamy is starting to feel like Dr. McCreepy to me. I can't put my finger on it, but sometimes he's a little smarmy. Is it just me?
Lost: I missed the recap show so spent most of the season premiere completely baffled. There was too much Jack flashback. And Kate reminds me just how much I need to get my ass back on the Pilates mat.
Still have to watch Ugly Betty. Then I'm all caught up.
(And yes, I am watching EVERY rerun of Everwood to see what I missed before I started watching two and a half seasons into it. It's the best gift ABC Family could have given me.)