Jul. 15th, 2005

jlh: Chibi of me in an apron with a cocktail glass and shaker. (gil/nick)
I passed out around 11 last night, only to wake up around 3:30am. Since I couldn't get back to sleep, I just rolled over and turned on the TIVO, which really is a blessing at a time of night when all that's on is infomercials.

Poor Nicky gets accused of murder and all he ranks is a B plot? Okay, so it was a pretty straightforward case, but still. No angst for us. However, I noticed—Ecklie just stopped when he found the obvious answer, as is his wont. But in a previous episode Gil scolded Nick for doing the same thing with some audio evidence, and further digging turned up important clues. Parallel, or am I over thinking this?

Poor Gil and his not-quite-thing with Teri the anthropologist. He's so crushy and unsure and she's so randomly showing up and leaving and not calling.

I finally started to drift off watching Alton cook a steak over hot coals.

Also, today is Dorothy Fields's 100th birthday, and I intend to listen and sing to not much other than her songs all day today. Diamond bracelets Woolworth's doesn't sell, baby . . .

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