24 and more of the same

I am currently addicted to series 1 of 24. I borrowed the box-set from a friend of mine in Nottingham and I can't stop watching. I find it hard to believe that I didn't get into it before. It's amazing! Such a good story, so well shot, so well written, well acted - all is good. I've only seen the most recent series on Sky One at the Foulkes', and never seen anything before, so this series is excellent. I do think I'm partially in Love with Kim Bauer, but that has nothing to do with it. It's just a good show.

I also found out this morning that one of my friends from 6th form died yesterday in a car crash. I didn't know him that well (although he was the first person to ever play me any Ryan Adams), but some of our mutual friends are pretty devastated. So I'm trying to get in contact with people and "be there" for people I've hardly had any contact with for 4 years. It's strange. What to do?

Death is such a strange thing. That snooker player died yesterday, and he's left behind a wife and 10-month old daughter. Death is so indescriminate and so... unfair, almost. And I find it even wierder that it doesn't affect me. I feel gutted for the left-behinds, but death itself doesn't upset me. I feel so very numb about so many things, and not in a good way. It's odd - I don't know what to do about it. Or if there even is anything I CAN do about it. So... just carry on.

Deep down, part of me knows I'm appreciated by people. Part of me wishes I was back there. Part of me knows it was right to leave. And then part of me wishes I wasn't me. And the texts are appreciated. So there.