Last night Toby and I darted home (yes, darted) to beat this HUGE, man-eating storm headed right for New York City only to never find said storm. Our plans on viewing Road to Perdition were quickly ruined. Our dinner plans? Destroyed. All for the storm that never came. I guess it all ended up fine. In the end I was able to watch American Idol and some Dateline show on airbags and Nissans and going blind. So all wasn’t totally lost, I suppose. And I’m finding it hard to not spend the next two minutes rambling on about how I feel about American Idol and who (I feel) should win this particular competition:
::cough:: Tamyra ::cough::
but I will refrain from doing so at this time. Instead, I’ll say that the show Scrubs on NBC is one of the most brilliant shows every written or made. It’s like they have the correct equation finally figured out for laughter. Yep, that’s it. Can’t say much about my life right now, so I will talk primetime and get to work.