I haven’t seen “Band of Brothers” since watching it as it was broadcast back in ’01 and for some reason I’ve had a hankering to watch it again. I started it the other day and I forgot how it was structured. The first 3 or 4 episodes are exciting and very “up”. Then it turns into a bit of a downer. I’m in the downer chunk of episodes tonight. Everyone is freezing, getting blown up, getting shot…which all makes sense. It’s a series about war, I get that. It’s just better when our side wasn’t on the receiving end.

I’m a little nervous to go to bed tonight. This morning the cat had a nightmare or I pushed him in my sleep or something because he freaked and shredded my arm pretty good while jumping off the bed. Let me tell you, that is -not- the way you want to get woken up in the morning. Pain, adrenalin, fur and bloodshed. The best part was realizing that I was making sure Pixel was OK before I stopped my bleeding. It’s like being in an abusive relationship sometimes. “I’m sorry baby, I won’t make you hurt me again”.