Slow Day All Around

I need to quit it with the York Peppermint Patties, or I'm going to need to actually take the Alka-Seltzer instead of just singing about it. Of course I could always sing Darlene's version. Hopefully Kiernan didn't get scared off, she's been dying to see what I'm always talking about. And when I finally manage to get the pictures of Anna's handiwork on me up, her official opinion is that I should never do that again. Duly noted.

Grief sucks. And so do rainy days. Correction, stormy days with lightning crashing every few feet as I'm trying desperately to get back to my dorm in one piece. At least neither the electricity nor the cable(which would include the Internet) went out. After all, what would I do if I wasn't able to watch "A Haunting in Georgia"? Which is this really melodramatic story about a real-life Sixth Sense- type kid. Supposedly. (It was a slow TV night, obviously.) Normally, I watch The Nanny and the Golden Girls on Lifetime at 11, but on Mondays they show "How Clean Is Your House?" It's a really disgusting show with people who have pigeon droppings in their air conditioners. And worse. Let's just say I prefer the flashy girl from Flushing...