Quiet Day
Save for the dumbass college student riots on the news last night, all I did was catch up on watching Six Feet Under, which has now surpassed The Sopranos as my favorite show. Blessedly, there was an entire episode without Claire's dipshit boyfriend, who's so annoying that even his Hyundai commercials make me want to throw a shoe at the TV.
Talking to yourself is a sign of impending mental collapse.
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