I was off work Monday and Tuesday, feeling totally craptacular. Being out sick at this time of the year is so frustrating—not that I care for sun and all that squinting it induces, but it just feels so wasteful to be parked on the couch staring blankly at the television, not really taking things in, when there is so much to do.
I had a splitting headache and now feel like I’m working with half a brain (my manager suggested that I check for stitches, since it sounded like I was the victim of a brain-snatching). Among the many TV shows I looked at glassy-eyed was the latest in the
Law & Order franchise,
Crime & Punishment (the others, of course, being
Law & Order: Special Titillation Unit and
Law & Order: Scenery-Chewing Intent). The twist in this one is that it’s real—although the two prosecutors in the episode I saw looked like a model/actress (that hair—it was so perfect!) and a WWE wrestler, they really were assistant DAs.
It was one of the most depressing shows I’ve ever seen—and I’d be surprised if it lasts just because it’s such a downer. It’s not depressing the way the
news can be, it just made the injustice of the system too damned obvious for viewing comfort. I don’t want to go into the cases—why stretch out the sad stories’ lives any further than necessary—but let’s just say I strongly disagreed with the verdicts in both cases, and I could see both results coming. We already know life isn’t fair (let’s follow that
link one more time, lest we forget), but to be presented with something so blatantly unjust was too dispiriting to bear.
