My concentration level is at all alltime low

So an unusual side effect of Dad's death is my inability to get good and properly lost in a book six days out of seven. Anything longer than, say, two hundred pages and I just... it takes forever. I lack the ability to concentrate for that long. At first I thought it was because the AC was broken. No. Then I chalked it up to the sinus infection from hell. But that's gone *knocks on wood* and anything longer than a BSC book or a non-super SVH and it takes me forever.

As a result, I get a little cranky because I can't get my book nerd on properly. It's just so strange for me.

You'd think I'd be ODing on TV, figuring that nature wouldn't take without giving, right? No. I mean, yes, I can still mainline NCIS so long as USA is cooperative, and I can usually sit through a couple of episodes of Bones, moreso if I've got a nice drink (booze, non booze, doesn't matter) but I pretty much lost major interest in my TV shows back in February.

The exception to this rule is PLL, and as it's Wednesday morning, I bring you an extremely abbrievated round-up.
( In which I spend the whole episode wondering WTF is with the housing situation )

Originally there was more to this but I got distracted and well, disjointed funtimes for none!