kpduty

So last night I slept on the couch. It was hot as hell upstairs, so I went to the living room to read (A SEASON FOR THE DEAD by David Hewson and it KICKS ASS) for a little while, and then I got tired to I went back upstairs, but then I still couldn't get to sleep so I gave up and went downstairs and slept on the couch. I was out like a light as soon as my head hit the pillow. And then I had a weird dream.

About halfway through this ABC program, I had an epiphany. I realized two things:

A) There are not nearly enough hours in the day and

B) Television producers suck ass for greenlighting crap like Boston Commons and rejecting such gems as Wishman.

I also came to the conclusion that this "reading" thing I've been getting into is lame and a waste of time and I need to watch more TV. And also, television viewers in the Eighties never had it so good. And also, Scott Bakula made a lot of career missteps.