May 13, 2004

Today is the day to just admit you don't know what the hell yo'ure doing.

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So. It's Thursday. What to do around 7 pm CST/8 pm EST? Let's see. Um. I could read a book. I could go out to dinner. I could go to the gym. I could update my website's archives. I could call a friend. I could self-tan. I could do some work. I could get ready for the weekend. Or...I could watch TV.

Oh god.

Oh. God.

What the hell am I going to do now with this period of time? Oh it hurts. Let's face it, occupying that half hour of former Must-See Magic is just going to a hollow farce. It's like I had a steady, weekly date for 10 years and my date died and now I have to show up by myself.

It's like I had an endowment of fun for the last ten years, and the funds suddenly dried up.

It's like I was living in a beautiful dream the last 10 years, and I woke up to the cold gray world.

It's like I'm Latoya Jackson, and I got sent home early.

It's like I was beaten, shot, stabbed, broken up with, fired and defenestrated.

Thanks a lot, "Friends." You should have prepared me for this sudden abyss in my week. Let me down easy. Told me what to do with my life.

Oh wait, "Frasier" is on tonight. OK, never mind. That will keep me going for a while.