Not exactly comfortable, though, watching the last few episodes of the first season of Justified. The show's often both hilarious and terrifying, or at least disturbing. The season-ending episodes up that quotient. The results are eye-widening, and not in a happy-making way. I have about half an hour to go and then I'll either read more of a Robert Asprin Myth book (MUCH lighter) or watch a bit of another DVD I've borrowed, like Justified, from the library: Concert For George. The George Harrison tribute concert that happened a year after his death.
At least I got myself fed: chicken soup (naturally) this morning, and then the treat of delivery pizza. It was only the second time I've ordered pizza to my Portland apartment; heck, it may have been only the second time I've ordered pizza for delivery in my adult life. (I'm more likely to go out to a restaurant, or pick up something.) Anyway, pizza: comfort eating. Thank goodness I had the stomach for it.
Now to stay eased.
