Thought maybe an ice cream cone during lunch would snap me out of my current malaise. It didn't, big surprise. I think I stopped enjoying them decades ago when eating them became more of meltdown-cleanup work.

So what is it that's missing lately? I was walking through the warehouse when suddenly an Ayumi Hamasaki tune from a JPN dorama came to mind. Maybe that's it? All that outrage (and the accompanying sense of powerlessness) from liberal talk radio got me down on my commute? I'll give the iPod another go tomorrow, with a ドラマテーマ playlist. And the only TV left for me is Justice League, which is going into its last two episodes, ever. I'm as frustrated at WB as I was with Angel, but maybe ending is for the best. Look at NBC's The Office. I mean, these things go on, and the content's bound to suffer, lose its freshness, if you will, repeat itself until there's nothing left but to dwell on the mundane. Very much like life.

There's always Denise and Cora.