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Tuesday,
March 13, 2007

From hell's heart I spit at thee, AMERICAN IDOL

I mean, what the everloving fuck? Every time that idiotic show runs over because it's time to bump off some yodeling yokel and send him/her back to a life of karaoke, HOUSE also gets bumped, and HOUSE is the only reason I watch the Faux Channel in the first place. It was bad enough that I missed last week's ep with Dave Matthews and House's kiss with Cameron, but for them to skip yet ANOTHER ep this week -- they keep this shit up, and it's stabbitystabbity time.

I mean, yeah, I buy the eps on DVD anyway, but it would be nice to buy them for re-watching pleasure, not because I missed half the frigging episodes because Faux programmers have their heads up their asses so far they can lick their own uvulas.

Why, yes, I'm cranky from back pain, how did you notice? Friday cannot come soon enough at this rate, and I AM getting a theraputic massage sometime tomorrow, and a visit to the doc for painkillers and muscle relaxants will also be in my immediate future if things don't get it together DAMN soon. Besides, I miss sleeping in the same room with Lyndon; I know it's irrational, but I feel like I've been exiled to the couch, and it sucks rocks.

Apart from that, well, same shit different day. We had a nice little concentrated hellstorm move through the area, which deposited pea-sized hail and up to 1.75 inches of rain around the area (Plano got a grand total of half an inch. I ask you) and made driving home ever so much fun, and there's the possibility of more on the way tomorrow. Oh, and I made my writing quota for the day. That's about it.

Can I have some Flexeril now?