***and another***
***tear***
I don't want to diss Unca Stephen (King) or anything, but last night's Desperation was so bad, I fell asleep halfway through the three hour-long fiasco and dreamt of a bespecled little being named Stephen who popped up from the heating duct, skittered over to my bed, then crawled onto my head and proceeded to make doo-doo in my hair.
I woke up screaming, of course, but not because of the nightmare -- I realized I'd forgotten to record the American Idol finale.
I forsook my darling Taylor Hicks, my Tay-Tay, my sweet, lumpy, ticcing Tayter, for nothing.
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