Thank you, Battlestar Galactica.  You must have known I'd need a pick me up, given the levels you sank to tonight.  Gotta love a show whose writers try to outdo themselves each week, "How can we make things even more bleak and/or fucked up?"

Just in case, I followed BSG up with a documentary on eating disorders on HBO. Truth be told, BSG was bleaker than the documentary.

Don't get me wrong, I love the show, but I'm starting to fear that they may jump the shark before too long if this season keeps on its same vector.  I'll leave you with an observation by my roommate, which I'm still chuckling over weeks later.

"Starbuck, now with 70% more emotional damage!"

Off to wash my face and other get ready for bed ritualistic behavior.