Thank God for TiVo. I sped right past the Danny Thomas tribute, the moving memorial, and any time Sarah Jessica Parker was on screen. The Emmys last night were duller than usual. I was happy to see The Sopranos win although Edie Falco was robbed. Gandolfini looked pissed but then he’s made a career of it.
Sam Shane from MSNBC is a dreamy pie with puppy eyes.
I woke up on the same side in which I went to sleep – wrong.
The only thing that could possibly make Amish In The City a better show is to have Janice Dickenson berate the participants.
Lately, I’ve been struggling with writing anything coherent. Work stress and great television are the prime suspects.
My therapist asked if I’ve recently written about Bob. I haven’t. I looked at old posts in my journal. It’s striking how much I had written about my eighty pound black love child.
Speaking of this journal, I am coming up on my second anniversary. Being in an award show frame of mind, I’d like to thank Joe, Vance, Rob, Sean, Vinny, Dave, Mel in NYC, Michelle, Connor, Mikus, Bruce, and Quuf for enrichment, support, and unexpected love. Oh, I’m sure I’m forgetting some people but the music is starting and I don’t know what I would have done without you all these past two years. Thank you. Oh, and Marc for starting me on this crazy thing.