Here's a little-known fact you might not know about me: if you are a handsome man and you are sweet with babies, animals, little old ladies, your mothers, and your waitstaff, I am pretty much yours.
It's entirely possible that I will be staring at this picture all day. And making heart eyes at Jeffrey Donovan.
Hi, stubble and gray hair, let me show you how much I appreciate you! You are ageing well, Donovan. I wish the network would let you keep the gray hair, but I realize that they're doing it for my own health. I might spontaneously combust if I saw you looking like this all the time, so I appreciate all the care they take in making you dye out the gray so that I don't implode from your hotness.
Thank you, USA. You're a good network.
It's Wednesday, but it feels like Monday, and all the coffee in the world isn't helping. Kat caps-locked at me this morning for being up before the sun came out and was properly horrified when I told her that one of my previous jobs entailed waking up at four a.m. every day to get to work on time. My life, you guys, it's just like this sometimes.