I took work off today to get some things done for my brother's wedding. Thank goodness I did. I needed every minute and would not have been ready for the wedding without today!
What I accomplished:
1. Slept in (desperately needed).
2. Oil change (and watched a Patrick Stewart interview on PBS - awesome).
3. Full-body massage (a necessity after six months of character shoes, high heels, and high stress. The masseuse is a friend and came to my house. She is a miracle worker!!).
4. Made homemade peanut butter cups for the rehearsal potluck... unfortunately, I didn't have enough of some of the ingredients and they were an epic failure.
5. Grabbed lunch at Taco Bell (yaaaay for a meal!).
6. Returned a dress at Macey's and looked for wedding shoes, belt, and jewelry.
7. Dropped my vaccuum off at the repair shop (finally).
8. Bought ridiculously perfect shoes at TJ Maxx (Ridiculously. Perfect. Photos are coming).
9. Futilely visited Dillards in search of a belt and jewelry.
10. Bought two belt options at Nordstrom.
11. Bought jewelry options at Claire's, Charlotte Russe, and Chic Belle.
12. Had a manicure and pedicure (again, necessary).
13. Joseph rehearsal (this show is going to be FANTASTIC!!)
14. Hours chatting with my best friend and her husband (I don't get to do this nearly enough)!
15. Went to bed waaaay too late, but very happy and satisfied with how the day went.
Notice that breakfast and dinner were not on my list of accomplishments. Fortunately, other people had brought stuff to the pot luck at rehearsal and I didn't starve. Thank goodness for small favors! Also not accomplished: grocery shopping. I'm out of pretty much everything except lean cuisine for lunches. Sometimes I really miss fresh fruit and veggies and yogurt. Ah well, I'll make it to the grocery store sometime.
Phew! I hope I'm ready for the big day. No more time for preparations for any of us. Just going to go and watch my brother complete the best decision he'll ever make! I'm excited!
Friday, July 30
Thursday, July 29
Cottonwood Joseph post #3: Butlerville Days
I posted again on the Cottonwood Joseph blog last night. This time I talked about our Pioneer Day adventures. We got to advertise for the show and had a blast!
Speaking of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, we open A WEEK FROM TOMORROW! I'm pretty excited. I am having a lot of fun with the show and the people in it. Hope all y'all will come if you're free!
[For convenience' sake, and because I'm afraid the Cottonwood Joseph blog will suddenly disappear one day, here is the post in full:]
Last weekend, a group of us from the show had the very cool opportunity to advertise and celebrate at Butlerville Days, a festival celebrating the pioneers who settled in the Cottonwood Heights area. It was a hot day, and we were exhausted by the end of it, but it was worth it!
We had sparkly stars painted on our faces.
We marched in the parade, some carrying the banner...
Some handing out flyers, crayons and candy...
Some riding in the car with music blaring...
...ALL of us singing and having a good time!
As I said, it was hot, so we were grateful for the people along the way who provided water bottles and encouragement. I was impressed by and proud of my fellow castmembers who were not afraid to walk up to so many strangers and had them fliers. Such brave children and confident adults!
After the parade, many of us helped at the Arts booth to sell bracelets with the phrase "Any Dream Will Do" on them. People who bought a bracelet and bring them to the show will get $1 off tickets for themselves and one other person. I bought three (in addition to my castmember bracelet) to give to my family. It didn't occur to me until the next day I had bought lightsaber colors -- green, blue, and purple (my cast bracelet is red)!
We also sang in the big talent show. We sang "Jacob and Sons" and "Joseph's Coat." We had some prime performance real estate, too! We got to sing right before the musical group Eclipse, so we had a huge crowd for the second song. It was great to feel the audience's energy and get everyone excited about coming to see us perform!
It was a fun day, and all of us who chose to go were glad we did. Any chance to sing these songs and play with this group of people is a happy one for me!
Speaking of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, we open A WEEK FROM TOMORROW! I'm pretty excited. I am having a lot of fun with the show and the people in it. Hope all y'all will come if you're free!
[For convenience' sake, and because I'm afraid the Cottonwood Joseph blog will suddenly disappear one day, here is the post in full:]
Last weekend, a group of us from the show had the very cool opportunity to advertise and celebrate at Butlerville Days, a festival celebrating the pioneers who settled in the Cottonwood Heights area. It was a hot day, and we were exhausted by the end of it, but it was worth it!
We had sparkly stars painted on our faces.
We marched in the parade, some carrying the banner...
Some handing out flyers, crayons and candy...
Some riding in the car with music blaring...
...ALL of us singing and having a good time!
As I said, it was hot, so we were grateful for the people along the way who provided water bottles and encouragement. I was impressed by and proud of my fellow castmembers who were not afraid to walk up to so many strangers and had them fliers. Such brave children and confident adults!
After the parade, many of us helped at the Arts booth to sell bracelets with the phrase "Any Dream Will Do" on them. People who bought a bracelet and bring them to the show will get $1 off tickets for themselves and one other person. I bought three (in addition to my castmember bracelet) to give to my family. It didn't occur to me until the next day I had bought lightsaber colors -- green, blue, and purple (my cast bracelet is red)!
We also sang in the big talent show. We sang "Jacob and Sons" and "Joseph's Coat." We had some prime performance real estate, too! We got to sing right before the musical group Eclipse, so we had a huge crowd for the second song. It was great to feel the audience's energy and get everyone excited about coming to see us perform!
It was a fun day, and all of us who chose to go were glad we did. Any chance to sing these songs and play with this group of people is a happy one for me!
Sunday, July 25
Blessed, honored Pioneer!
This weekend, Utah celebrated the 163rd anniversary of the Mormon pioneers' arrival in the Salt Lake valley. Utah residents celebrated with parades, fireworks, barbecues, family reunions, marathons and other assorted activities, but it didn't really hit me how proud I am of my pioneer heritage until I sang the following song at church today. I was overwhelmed with gratitude. It's a great song, and was a great reminder for me of the lives they lived and person I want to be. I really want to be the person described in verse two.
"They, the Builders of the Nation"
Text: Ida R. Alldredge
Music: Alfred M. Durham
By the way, I just discovered that the LDS church has an interactive music player on their web site, where you can determine whether to listen to certain parts of the hymns or include the words. Super cool!
"They, the Builders of the Nation"
Text: Ida R. Alldredge
Music: Alfred M. Durham
They, the builders of the nation,
Blazing trails along the way;
Stepping-stones for generations
Were their deeds of ev’ry day.
Building new and firm foundations,
Pushing on the wild frontier,
Forging onward, ever onward,
Blessed, honored Pioneer!
Service ever was their watchcry;
Love became their guiding star;
Courage, their unfailing beacon,
Radiating near and far.
Ev’ry day some burden lifted,
Ev’ry day some heart to cheer,
Ev’ry day some hope the brighter,
Blessed, honored Pioneer!
As an ensign to the nation,
They unfurled the flag of truth,
Pillar, guide, and inspiration
To the hosts of waiting youth.
Honor, praise, and veneration
To the founders we revere!
List our song of adoration,
Blessed, honored Pioneer!
By the way, I just discovered that the LDS church has an interactive music player on their web site, where you can determine whether to listen to certain parts of the hymns or include the words. Super cool!
Friday, July 23
Facebook Fast
I have been taking a much-needed break from the Facebook online social-networking site.
The reasons for the break were threefold:
1. I spend way too much time on there at work. I was really good the first few months at this job at not checking FB during work hours EVER, but after Seven Brides while everyone was tagging photos I deteriorated into a FB photo-checking fiend, and I have a hard time limiting my jaunts to "just 5 minutes." So, to punish myself, I deactivated my account so that not only did I hypothetically not have access to anything on the site (presumably when I log in again I'll have everything just the way it was), I didn't receive any tempting "You have been tagged in a photo" e-mail notifications about it either.
2. I was starting to feel bad about my awesome life, because summertime is the time for engagements and weddings, and so many people have adorable kids, and/or are going on fun vacations. I was starting to feel jealous and depressed and I wanted a break from those taunting/smiling faces so that I can just do what I'm doing and love it and feel free and happy. (Please don't post comments saying "of course you'll get married and have kids" or "I'm jealous of your life!" I'm just venting. As I've said, I know my life is awesome. It's just hard to remember that when I am so darn tired all the time.)
3. Due to my rehearsal schedule, I haven't had a chance in months to see a lot of people that I want to see. I was getting tired of the old "let's get together sometime" messages that I knew I can't do anything about for at least 3 more weeks. It was creating no small amount of stress and frustration for me. Along the same vein, I keep getting invitations to things from people that I don't really talk to otherwise and it was starting to really annoy me. I've been involved in 5 plays in the last year and these people completely ignore my invitations (I admit I don't like when people say "No", but at least I can pretend they took the time to consider it and were honest about their intentions), but as soon as THEY are involved in something they shoot me an invitation. It seriously, seriously bugs me. After the fifth such invitation in one day, I rashly deactivated my account. It has been bliss.
Being away from Facebook for the last ten days has given me some time to think about what I really want to get out of the site. I have made several resolutions:
1. I've decided I'm sick of the surface friendships and I need to delete people I don't really have a relationship with and will probably never see again (I never accept Friend invitations from people I have not met). BE STRONG!
2. I also need to delete the boys that I hoped would ask me out who Friended me more than a year ago and haven't made any effort to contact me since. It depresses me to see everything they're doing, and devastates me when they get engaged which they inevitably will.
3. I am going to adjust my FB account settings so that, except for e-mail-type messages I don't get any FB-related e-mails in my google inbox. No "you've been tagged in a photo," "so-and-so responded to your Wall post," or "you've been invited to such-and-such event." I'll wait to see those until I log into FB. That should help curb the temptation to log in at work. Should.
4. I need to make more of an effort to actually make plans with some of those people I really want to see. I don't want to rely on Facebook as my primary source of what is going on in people's lives. Knowing how little I post on there, I am very aware that I'm getting a skewed version of things. This resolution includes going to events I might not really want to attend but involve people I haven't seen in a long time, or at least acknowledging that they sent me the invite. If I want others to be supportive of me, I should try harder to be supportive of them. For all I know they have the same rant about me.
5. At the same time, I need to be less critical of myself and realize that I can't do everything all the time. I felt terribly guilty when, during the last three weeks of Seven Brides , I missed at least six plays or other events that friends were in. I can't do it all. Nor do I really want to. I need time for me, too, and I haven't had that much lately, either.
I honestly don't know when I'll actually reactivate my account. It will probably be in the next couple of days. I would consider extending this Facebook fast for the rest of the summer, but there are several people I miss terribly who I can't reach otherwise. Also, my latest show opens soon, and I want to start letting people know about it!
I'm excited to return...and that disappoints me just a bit. When I signed up last year I knew I'd be one of those people who could spend all day every day on it, and I was right. So, I need to exercise more self-control at work, and create more opportunities to strengthen the relationships I want to keep. That's all there is to it.
The reasons for the break were threefold:
1. I spend way too much time on there at work. I was really good the first few months at this job at not checking FB during work hours EVER, but after Seven Brides while everyone was tagging photos I deteriorated into a FB photo-checking fiend, and I have a hard time limiting my jaunts to "just 5 minutes." So, to punish myself, I deactivated my account so that not only did I hypothetically not have access to anything on the site (presumably when I log in again I'll have everything just the way it was), I didn't receive any tempting "You have been tagged in a photo" e-mail notifications about it either.
2. I was starting to feel bad about my awesome life, because summertime is the time for engagements and weddings, and so many people have adorable kids, and/or are going on fun vacations. I was starting to feel jealous and depressed and I wanted a break from those taunting/smiling faces so that I can just do what I'm doing and love it and feel free and happy. (Please don't post comments saying "of course you'll get married and have kids" or "I'm jealous of your life!" I'm just venting. As I've said, I know my life is awesome. It's just hard to remember that when I am so darn tired all the time.)
3. Due to my rehearsal schedule, I haven't had a chance in months to see a lot of people that I want to see. I was getting tired of the old "let's get together sometime" messages that I knew I can't do anything about for at least 3 more weeks. It was creating no small amount of stress and frustration for me. Along the same vein, I keep getting invitations to things from people that I don't really talk to otherwise and it was starting to really annoy me. I've been involved in 5 plays in the last year and these people completely ignore my invitations (I admit I don't like when people say "No", but at least I can pretend they took the time to consider it and were honest about their intentions), but as soon as THEY are involved in something they shoot me an invitation. It seriously, seriously bugs me. After the fifth such invitation in one day, I rashly deactivated my account. It has been bliss.
Being away from Facebook for the last ten days has given me some time to think about what I really want to get out of the site. I have made several resolutions:
1. I've decided I'm sick of the surface friendships and I need to delete people I don't really have a relationship with and will probably never see again (I never accept Friend invitations from people I have not met). BE STRONG!
2. I also need to delete the boys that I hoped would ask me out who Friended me more than a year ago and haven't made any effort to contact me since. It depresses me to see everything they're doing, and devastates me when they get engaged which they inevitably will.
3. I am going to adjust my FB account settings so that, except for e-mail-type messages I don't get any FB-related e-mails in my google inbox. No "you've been tagged in a photo," "so-and-so responded to your Wall post," or "you've been invited to such-and-such event." I'll wait to see those until I log into FB. That should help curb the temptation to log in at work. Should.
4. I need to make more of an effort to actually make plans with some of those people I really want to see. I don't want to rely on Facebook as my primary source of what is going on in people's lives. Knowing how little I post on there, I am very aware that I'm getting a skewed version of things. This resolution includes going to events I might not really want to attend but involve people I haven't seen in a long time, or at least acknowledging that they sent me the invite. If I want others to be supportive of me, I should try harder to be supportive of them. For all I know they have the same rant about me.
5. At the same time, I need to be less critical of myself and realize that I can't do everything all the time. I felt terribly guilty when, during the last three weeks of Seven Brides , I missed at least six plays or other events that friends were in. I can't do it all. Nor do I really want to. I need time for me, too, and I haven't had that much lately, either.
I honestly don't know when I'll actually reactivate my account. It will probably be in the next couple of days. I would consider extending this Facebook fast for the rest of the summer, but there are several people I miss terribly who I can't reach otherwise. Also, my latest show opens soon, and I want to start letting people know about it!
I'm excited to return...and that disappoints me just a bit. When I signed up last year I knew I'd be one of those people who could spend all day every day on it, and I was right. So, I need to exercise more self-control at work, and create more opportunities to strengthen the relationships I want to keep. That's all there is to it.
Thursday, July 22
Artie's Dream
In the t.v. show Glee, there is a character named Artie who is confined to a wheelchair. In one episode, it is revealed that Artie's one big dream is to be a dancer. And then, since in Glee's world it's completely normal to break into singing and dancing, my favorite sequence starts up.
I know they're trying to be like the Antwerp train station youtube video but I wish that the cinematography wasn't so cutaway and gimicky. I would love to see more of the actual dancing. I think that the audience reactions and shots of people recording the dance on their phones detracts from the actual story of the sequence which is that Artie loves to dance so much that it's infectious and all the people around him can't resist joining him. Still, I love this video. I can feel the joy!
Speaking of that Antwerp train video, does anyone want to help me stage something like this at the Gateway mall one day in August? We could bring a boom box or maybe even recruit whoever is in charge of the sound system and then dance in the fountain...getting totally drenched in the process. I'd need a choreographer to collaborate with and maybe at least 15-20 volunteer dancers. Oh, and someone to surreptitiously videotape.
(I just had this mental image of rehearsing the dance while people throw water balloons and squirt hoses and super soakers at us so that we get the idea of dancing in the fountain. And now I just want to have a huge water fight.)
Maybe I won't actually do anything with that idea, but it would be cool. And fun.
I haven't played enough this summer.
I know they're trying to be like the Antwerp train station youtube video but I wish that the cinematography wasn't so cutaway and gimicky. I would love to see more of the actual dancing. I think that the audience reactions and shots of people recording the dance on their phones detracts from the actual story of the sequence which is that Artie loves to dance so much that it's infectious and all the people around him can't resist joining him. Still, I love this video. I can feel the joy!
Speaking of that Antwerp train video, does anyone want to help me stage something like this at the Gateway mall one day in August? We could bring a boom box or maybe even recruit whoever is in charge of the sound system and then dance in the fountain...getting totally drenched in the process. I'd need a choreographer to collaborate with and maybe at least 15-20 volunteer dancers. Oh, and someone to surreptitiously videotape.
(I just had this mental image of rehearsing the dance while people throw water balloons and squirt hoses and super soakers at us so that we get the idea of dancing in the fountain. And now I just want to have a huge water fight.)
Maybe I won't actually do anything with that idea, but it would be cool. And fun.
I haven't played enough this summer.
Monday, July 19
A Seinfeldish Story
I often feel that events in my life would fit right into a Seinfeld episode, and that I'm George. I wish I were Kramer. Kramer has the coolest stuff happen to him! Once, I had a toilet-paper run-in once that made me laugh because I had just watched the "spare a square" episode. Just random, go-nowhere events that make me sit back and go "Hmmm. That was weird and had nothing to do with anything." Am I looking for those events? Maybe. They make me feel like I'm living in the moment; that I'm involved in my life rather than just passively experiencing someone else's story and letting my own personal clock run out.
Then I think maybe I should write these things down so I can laugh at them later, or possibly start writing my own sitcom using events from my own life.
*Warning: Long and possibly uninteresting story ahead. If you choose to read the whole thing and don't like the ending, don't say I didn't warn you!*
The latest sitcom-worthy story took place at my condo on Saturday night. It's been so long since I vacuumed my carpet that I am embarrassed to say I'm not sure if it was in April or May. I know it wasn't June. I clean everything else in my condo often, but the vacuuming always somehow gets delayed. At any rate, a good vacuuming was due, and I decided Saturday night was the night. I was even excited about it! I dusted everywhere and put as much smallish furniture and accumulated piles of "stuff" as I could on larger pieces of furniture. I looked at all of that carpet that was ready to be vacuumed and couldn't wait to plug the darn thing in.
Now, my vacuum is at least 7 years old, and even though I bought it new I bought it at Wal*Mart and I did not buy the most expensive model. So, it's a cheapy little thing. And since I have so much long hair that is constantly falling out of my head (in the way it should so that my head doesn't get overrun with dead hair) the long hair tends to clog the machine and burns through the stupid rubber belt and creates weird odors when I vacuum, I have to unclog the thing often. It does an okay job most of the time, though, so I don't worry about it too much.
Well, there I was on Saturday night listening to Showtunes Saturday Night and almost giddy with the prospect of a non-dusty carpet. I plugged in the vacuum, and for about 5 seconds things seemed to be fine.
And then a horrible, acrid, burned-rubber smell permeated the air, causing me to frantically shut down the appliance, throw open the front door and sliding door, and futilely search for the fan I must have loaned to someone.
Sadly, it wasn't the first time I had encountered that smell. After manually fanning the vacuum with a towel to diffuse the stench, I grabbed my tool kit and took the plate off the bottom of the vacuum to confirm my suspicion. Sure enough, the hair had clogged the spinny-thing so much that it had overwhelmed the belt, and the belt had melted, resulting in the horrible odor and -- more importantly -- rendering any possibility of vacuuming with that appliance in it's current state to be moot.
"Frustrated" is not a strong enough word for how I felt at that moment. It was mingled with "disappointed" and "annoyed."
I briefly considered giving into a tantrum in the form of stomping to Wal*Mart to buy a new vacuum, but then decided I would simply go to the vacuum-repair place sometime this week and get a new belt instead. Hopefully I can get there tomorrow.
At any rate, I regretfully gave up on the vacuuming plan, and decided instead to sort through a stack of junk mail and other random-odd paper "treasures" that have accumulated over too-long a period of time. I more or less righted the room again and then dumped the piles of paperwork in the middle of the floor.
And then, for no reason at all, I decided to take the recycling out. So I grabbed the cardboard box overflowing with paper products and plastic bottles and bags, put on some flip-flops and headed for the recycle-specific dumpster. As I walked to the dumpster, I saw that there was a fire truck sitting the street right next to it. Suddenly (because I'd had a bad week, had been to the temple that afternoon because I was lonely, and this is how my mind works) I thought, "Oh my gosh! This is what the evening has been building up to! I'm going to meet a handsome fireman and we'll hit it off and eventually get married! What a crazy random happenstance it will all be and I will be glad that my vacuum broke because if it hadn't I would never have met my husband! I even look cute, wearing a dress and everything!"
Yeah...no. I took my time emptying my recycle box, but I never saw any firemen, handsome or otherwise (or evidence of a fire, for that matter). Instead, I took my now-empty cardboard box back to my unvaccumed condo, put in a Buffy the Vampire Slayer DVD, and watched a few episodes while sorting my paperwork, which I have yet to finish.
*Cue the closing credits.*
I told this story to some of my girlfriends last night and they laughed and told me that I'm still in the middle of my personal romantic comedy. It's possible I'll meet a guy while at the vacuum repair place...or I won't. It really doesn't matter. But I felt for a moment like I was living in a sitcom episode where nothing happens except that I am entertained. I was entertained though!
I'm totally George. Sigh.
Then I think maybe I should write these things down so I can laugh at them later, or possibly start writing my own sitcom using events from my own life.
*Warning: Long and possibly uninteresting story ahead. If you choose to read the whole thing and don't like the ending, don't say I didn't warn you!*
The latest sitcom-worthy story took place at my condo on Saturday night. It's been so long since I vacuumed my carpet that I am embarrassed to say I'm not sure if it was in April or May. I know it wasn't June. I clean everything else in my condo often, but the vacuuming always somehow gets delayed. At any rate, a good vacuuming was due, and I decided Saturday night was the night. I was even excited about it! I dusted everywhere and put as much smallish furniture and accumulated piles of "stuff" as I could on larger pieces of furniture. I looked at all of that carpet that was ready to be vacuumed and couldn't wait to plug the darn thing in.
Now, my vacuum is at least 7 years old, and even though I bought it new I bought it at Wal*Mart and I did not buy the most expensive model. So, it's a cheapy little thing. And since I have so much long hair that is constantly falling out of my head (in the way it should so that my head doesn't get overrun with dead hair) the long hair tends to clog the machine and burns through the stupid rubber belt and creates weird odors when I vacuum, I have to unclog the thing often. It does an okay job most of the time, though, so I don't worry about it too much.
Well, there I was on Saturday night listening to Showtunes Saturday Night and almost giddy with the prospect of a non-dusty carpet. I plugged in the vacuum, and for about 5 seconds things seemed to be fine.
And then a horrible, acrid, burned-rubber smell permeated the air, causing me to frantically shut down the appliance, throw open the front door and sliding door, and futilely search for the fan I must have loaned to someone.
Sadly, it wasn't the first time I had encountered that smell. After manually fanning the vacuum with a towel to diffuse the stench, I grabbed my tool kit and took the plate off the bottom of the vacuum to confirm my suspicion. Sure enough, the hair had clogged the spinny-thing so much that it had overwhelmed the belt, and the belt had melted, resulting in the horrible odor and -- more importantly -- rendering any possibility of vacuuming with that appliance in it's current state to be moot.
"Frustrated" is not a strong enough word for how I felt at that moment. It was mingled with "disappointed" and "annoyed."
I briefly considered giving into a tantrum in the form of stomping to Wal*Mart to buy a new vacuum, but then decided I would simply go to the vacuum-repair place sometime this week and get a new belt instead. Hopefully I can get there tomorrow.
At any rate, I regretfully gave up on the vacuuming plan, and decided instead to sort through a stack of junk mail and other random-odd paper "treasures" that have accumulated over too-long a period of time. I more or less righted the room again and then dumped the piles of paperwork in the middle of the floor.
And then, for no reason at all, I decided to take the recycling out. So I grabbed the cardboard box overflowing with paper products and plastic bottles and bags, put on some flip-flops and headed for the recycle-specific dumpster. As I walked to the dumpster, I saw that there was a fire truck sitting the street right next to it. Suddenly (because I'd had a bad week, had been to the temple that afternoon because I was lonely, and this is how my mind works) I thought, "Oh my gosh! This is what the evening has been building up to! I'm going to meet a handsome fireman and we'll hit it off and eventually get married! What a crazy random happenstance it will all be and I will be glad that my vacuum broke because if it hadn't I would never have met my husband! I even look cute, wearing a dress and everything!"
Yeah...no. I took my time emptying my recycle box, but I never saw any firemen, handsome or otherwise (or evidence of a fire, for that matter). Instead, I took my now-empty cardboard box back to my unvaccumed condo, put in a Buffy the Vampire Slayer DVD, and watched a few episodes while sorting my paperwork, which I have yet to finish.
*Cue the closing credits.*
I told this story to some of my girlfriends last night and they laughed and told me that I'm still in the middle of my personal romantic comedy. It's possible I'll meet a guy while at the vacuum repair place...or I won't. It really doesn't matter. But I felt for a moment like I was living in a sitcom episode where nothing happens except that I am entertained. I was entertained though!
I'm totally George. Sigh.
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