My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

...and reflecting on the fact that I watch too much television. It's true. I live for September premieres. And sweeps (yay November and May!!). But the true marker of me watching too much television is my irritation with a recurring fantasy that usually involves ripped clothing and being hoisted upon washing machines. (Ok, so it's really not an irritation. How can your own personal "Desperate Housewives"-esqe daydream be an irritation?) Unfortunately, my fascination with the art/business of tv keeps me glued to the couch on Sunday nights and the DVR working overtime on Thursdays. And it's 1:30 in the morning. I really need to go to bed now.

...meaning that I'm back to blogging once every 6 weeks or so as opposed to every day. Which kind of sucks because I won't be able to look back at this a year from now and see what my daily thought processes were. But then again, I really don't have the time to be blogging all that often. Especialy since I can't blog at work. I read the NY Times a lot, but I don't blog. Catching you up on everything, then: -Kansas City was boring. I didn't get drunk at all, no major drama ensued, and the pics from the wedding were...interesting. Interesting in that "wow, she looks like a hooker" way. But she really is a awesomely sweet person and I'm totally happy for my uncle. -Went to Chicago last weekend and actually took a real vacation. I didn't think about work, I didn't think about the boys, I just hung out. And I found out what happens to you when you lose your keys on a roller coaster. They weren't my keys, mind you. But I was the first to repo