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Is it wrong that it's only 8 at night and I'm so ready for bed? Like, in the jammies, book in hand ready for bed. It's EIGHT O'CLOCK. Have I suddenly morphed into a seventy-eight-year-old? Apparently.
Along those lines, I don't think I'd be so sleepy if there was something of interest on the telly. But there isn't. There is NOTHING on prime-time t.v. that I want to watch. I have eighty stations and nothing caught my eye. The hell?!?
My bed is looking better and better....
PS: Want holiday greetings in the form of a Hallmark card? Send me your address and I'll send you cheer, bitches.
PPS: Go and see RENT. Unless you don't want me to talk to you ever again. I'm only half kidding.
Along those lines, I don't think I'd be so sleepy if there was something of interest on the telly. But there isn't. There is NOTHING on prime-time t.v. that I want to watch. I have eighty stations and nothing caught my eye. The hell?!?
My bed is looking better and better....
PS: Want holiday greetings in the form of a Hallmark card? Send me your address and I'll send you cheer, bitches.
PPS: Go and see RENT. Unless you don't want me to talk to you ever again. I'm only half kidding.