quiet night

at home tonight. no wine, just tea, cigarettes, and a recently thrifted book of woody allen commentary. and perhaps a little mad men? i've finally discovered a show that lives up to the hype. [[i am not even a casual fan of LOST, or GLEE, or JERSEY SHORE.]] every scene is a fanciful little morsel of vintage-y goodness. i find myself having to rewind constantly because i am so busy drooling over the imagery that i have no idea how the plot has progressed. oh, if only my little red netflix envelopes would come faster!

here's to hoping green tea doesn't have a substantial amount of caffeine? i'm feelin so cozy that i'm almost ready for a second mug.