ABC did its upfronts today. "Desperate Housewives" is back. Let me pause to yawn over the rest of their schedule. Y-A-W-N. Ok, now I feel better.
Come on, they're making a series out of those annoying cavemen commercials!
Too many vitamins my increase prostate cancer risk. I guess your multivitamin does more than make you urine more yellow.
Televangelist Jerry Falwell is dead at 73. Amid contemporaries caught up in scandals, he seemed to walk the walk. Good for him.
Sleep's dream involved flower and plant shopping. And crossing streets at night. Among unknowns in the dream, there was also local TV man covering pedestrian risks, Lance Bass shopping for greenery and Mother being recapped on my adventure.
My help to find what flowering plant was sought seemed under-appreciated. This probably manifests some of my waking reflections on personal history of how I've never been the guy to have fun with, just the one to turn to for help. I might explore this in an upcoming post.
TV feels bleak tonight. Where's my enthusiasm for Blake? My goose-bumps for "The Shield"? Maybe a meal will help out. I sense my own bitterness. Bah.
Got ads and an auto-pay bill today. Kitty seemed unimpressed. It's cool and cloudy for a change.
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