Some are born to sing the blues
I don't know what happened with my Fridays. I used to hate Sundays — Sunday afternoons, evenings. Now I hate Fridays — same timeslot. I don't know what to do with them. They're probably fine on their own. I don't know what to do with me. I'm not ready to stop. Or I'm not ready for anything else the week might offer. I haven't figured that out much.
But damn you, Casey Newton. You've been (or Kiehl has been, and if so, shame on you, Casey Newton) relatively incessant about Glee on Fox since the spring. Now I watch the director's cut of the pilot, Friday broken and relatively not sober, and it's the best pilot I've ever seen.
Now reading Tony, ripping a broken disc 2 on Essential Sly, for nothing. As I grow up, I'm growin' down, and when I'm lost, I know I will be found…
