soooo not feeling cohesive

I can only assume that they found out season three was cancelled AFTER they had already aired the finale to season two. That is the only logical reason for such an unfair cliffhanger.

So, other than my initial rage at being dumped just as Wentworth Miller showed up, I am pleased with the content of Joan of Arcadia's second and final season. It has had it's usual effect on me, motivating me to stop and listen a little more and stop with the overanalyzing. It reminds me to pay attention to my peripheral vision. Also, it has re-sparked my interest in string theory and all that other stuff.

Lately I really miss God. Feels like I've been on a long vacation, inside my head.

Sometimes I wonder if God is behind my dogs' eyes, trying so hard to communicate some telepathic secret with me, which I always interpret as "out" or "food" or "scratch my ears" when all the time he's trying to explain unified field theory. Then with a frustrated sigh, plops down with his chin on the floor, looking up at me with love and perplexion (is that a word? who cares).

I need to get my dogs some peanut butter so I can spread it on the roofs of their mouths and imagine we're having a conversation.

Great. Now I burned my dinner. I'm a genius in the kitchen, i tell you. genius.