Evil Wrapped in a Fangirl Disguise

Oh, Without a Trace. I am kind of sad about you now. :(

( Without a Trace Ramble )

The library was dead today. Not a lot to shelve when I got in, four books on the request-pull list, nada in the book drop. So I straightened the non-barcoded, non-call numbered young adult paperback books and did a lot of sudoku. And snuck pretzels when no one was looking. Not that there were many people there to look. There were maybe eight people in there at the busiest time.

But then Mom came over and we went to dinner at La Cabana and there were enchiladas and margaritas and it was good. Yum.

Now I'm wasting time until the Without a Trace I want to see comes on TNT. "Off the Tracks," in which Danny's brother goes missing. I caught the first half of it a while ago, but missed the conclusion (though I know how it ends, spoiler whore that I am) as I had work. This morning I saw the first part of "More Than This," which I was going to ignore but am happy I didn't because I got to see Martin struggling through Spanish and Danny teasing him and supporting him. Clearly Danny has been teaching Martin. Such a small thing, and yet I flail.

I could verbally flail more, but it really would just devolve into a Danny, Martin, Danny/Martin love fest. Seriously. I mean, I love Jack and Vivian and Sam. And Elena is okay, though I don't care for her a lot. Mostly I just wonder why they needed a sixth and want one of the five original characters back. But Danny and Martin. Well. I like 'em best.

( I got into WaT sort of backwards. )

Anyway, I could go on (and on and on) - particularly about Danny and (for me) recent bits of his backstory - but those thoughts aren't completely together and I'm getting too tired to be as coherent as I'd like to be. Plus, show to watch!