1. Fuck CBS up the ass, no lube, no reacharound, for cutting off the broadcast like that. Killing the speeches? Of the best actor in a musical, and the best musical?!? What the hell, man?
2. Al Sharpton?
No, seriously. Al Sharpton?
Now I really want to see Putnam County Spelling Bee, though.
Adam: "So many things we have to see!"
Me: "Well, let's get to Boston already - it'll be a shorter drive!"
In other news... it's difficult for me to keep track of time without Miss Kid here. I'm used to the demarcation of time by KidThings - pick her up at 2:30, feed her at 5, put her to bed at 8. Now she's not here, and noon til bedtime is weird and stretchy and I never know when I am. I am off kilter, man.