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oh fuck it all. Uncle, already. I tried to pretend I don't watch this thing, but I can no longer tell a lie. To the total disgust of my husband, if you need to find me tonight, I'll be chained to my (DAMN IT ALL TO HELL) television, watching whiny soap-docs bitch about their love lives, and hopefully kill off some people, too.

Season Finale Fever, Catch It!


(Additionally, if anyone knows a good midday dog walker, we need one. BD is on the warpath. Thus far, only lampshades and furniture have been in his path of non-walk destruction, but I'm fearing for Captain Kissy Bear's safety.)


(Additionally 2.0, RIP Grant McLennan, who died on May 6.)