Alas and alack. I came home from work semi-toasted -- still too damn tired from San Francisco, I guess -- and looked forward to a night pleasures TV. Gilmore Girls and Smallville went fine, but I was really gearing up for two weeks' worth of Angel. I missed last week's episode while I was in San Francisco. And by all accounts, it was a good one -- Angel goes a little nutso-dark and tries to kill Wesley, who, let's face it, is rather annoying. That's something I wanted to see.

After a frantic search, I discovered that my friend Brian had a tape of the episode. Go Brian! I got the tape over lunch, queued it up, and got Good Will Hunting. Huh. I'll just rewind. Last week's Smallville. I started to get a sinking feeling. Fast forward: Good Will Hunting for the rest of the tape. Rewind again, in case I somehow hadn't rewound entirely the first time. Nope, Smallville.

I called Brian.

"Oops," he said.

So alas and alack, my Wesley bloodlust is destined to go unslaked until summer reruns. I'll read the recap on the estimable Television Without Pity, but it's not the same. Sigh.

Other than that, life is good. And when your only complaint is a missed TV show, you're doing pretty damn well indeed.