The Big Bang

This past weekend Marissa and Jason came to visit and we rediscovered the meaning of TV marathon. Pizza, snacks, and two new shows. We started True Blood, the new HBO show. I am not 100% sure what I think of the show, but I knew beforehand that Louisiana seems scary, drugs are bad, and vampires are sexy, and this show only helped reinforce that. We also discovered the Big Bang Theory, a show that reminds me of my roots. When I was in high school in Coral Springs, I had two friends named Dan and Steve, who were geeks through and through and who I am sure are the inspiration for the show's intellectually gifted and socially retarded roommates. The Big Bang Theory may be a great show, but there are others things cosmically afoot. Yesterday, BF tried to shoot the moon with my birthday. He sent these beautiful flowers to my cube, brought me cupcakes, and gave me a book and this great T-shirt from yet another of my favorite shows, Pushing Daisies. Then we went to dinner at a great little Italian place. In the game of hearts, trying to shoot the moon rarely pays off, but in the game of this heart, it may just have.