I had a myriad of other ideas for topics tonight. Instead I find that I'm annoyed with life and with myself. And as happens with such cases, I wish I was somewhere else, somewhere I remember being happy- even if I wasn't always- usually France. So to shoot the dead pheasant (it's pheasant season in case you missed the hunting conversations in every direction at work today) one more time, if only I was in France again.
On one of those other topics, why does no one ask the all important question of Alias season three, and apparently now, of season four? What's with the drinking water obsession, Sloane?
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