I mean, if I was ever going to buy a desk set... twice! I would probably buy this one, both times! In fact, its shape is rather aerodynamic isn't it?

I've almost recovered from the horror brought on by a possible House/Cam kiss intimated by the promos last night. It's taken a lot of therapy-and rationalizing by my fellow House/Wilson supporters-but I'm hanging on to the hope that it's a totally inoccuous scene. Like Fox used to tempt us with back in the X-Files days. "The episode that answers all!your!questions!" For non X-Philes--there was no such episode.
"I'm traumatized. There's this scene and Cam is all like, 'I want to play tonsil hockey with you.' And House is all 'Stop looking at me like that.' And I'm all 'House only has eyes for WILSON!!!1!"
"Oh. Kay then."
There is a spoiler floating around that would explain stuff if it's true-but I won't ruin it for anyone that might actually want Ham action. I only read the vaguest of spoilers-so I don't know details anyway.
Last night's episode made me very happy. That's the House I fell in love with. Best moment-the total RSL nerdgasm when House had more info about the tranny nurse and the 11 fingered doctor. G-d, I love that show.

American Idol doesn't have a clear favorite yet. I guess I like Jack Osbourne dude. He's funny. I think they're letting Sundance slide too much, tho. The lesbian chick got cut I think. Too bad. I liked her lesbosity. I missed it-what happened to former Take That background singer dude?
Speaking of Take That-Robbie Williams checked himself into rehab/hospital for depression and prescription pill addiction. Since I love me some Robbie I'm rooting for him to come out of this and ready to produce a double live album. I might have to treat myself to RudeBox as a show of support for his recovery.

Oh-what? You want to hear about me? Nothing to say here. I spent two hours the phone with Mum. We were mostly watching TV being stupid. She's snowed in, I think the weather is making her go goofy. I am rapidly developing an uncontrollable hate for my job. I'm looking for other options-
"I just see you working at a prep school. Inspiring those really driven, smart kids."
"Like Dead Poet's Society?"
"Or maybe you could do some kind of comedy thing, you're funny as hell and smart. You could keep people's attention and teach at the same time."
"Oh, you mean like Dead Poet's Society."
I have a limited capacity for cultural references.
"So Starwood Ampitheater closed. Parrotheads across Nashville are all, like, what?"
"...."
"Cuz they're stoned. It was a joke."
"...Ha. Funny."
"Clearly."
But still, the job is not inspirational. It's depressing. I'd be out of work now if things had gone as planned. I suppose lucky for me they didn't. I guess. Money is good. Even if it drains the soul.
It's just boring, and pointless and no future-y. Mum is convinced that I'm not in the running because I'm not black.
"Are you saying that there's a No Irish Need Apply sign in the window? Or, is it because I'm a wop?"
"I think it's probably both."
I reckon she's right. If I was an uneducated white girl I might be what they wanted. But more than likely they want a black handicapped lesbian with 2 out of wedlock kids. (Mum laughed at that joke-she's going to hell for that. But she was already going to hell for laughing at the ethnic jokes. Bad Mummy.)
One more day this week. Then I've got 4 days off. I'm going to Atlanta. Daddy promised me steak. Probably also pie and candy. The hotel serves breakfast and dinner-and he's near shopping and gets a per diem. My daddy loves me. It all adds up.
So-I'm just hanging out at work. Filling in my role as a warm body. It's getting kind of difficult to act like nothing's wrong.