2:03 a.m. on 2002-04-24
My blahhhhhhhhhh day

I was so fucking bored today. Again, the school did not have graduation tickets ready. So I came home, just in time to tune into the Golden Girls. Yes, I've reached the point in my life where I can only derive pleasure from viewing an 80's sitcom about dried up old hags who waste away in their horrific Floridian compound. Of course, my only other choice was one of the 45 judge shows, and really, some caring and compassionate person would do us all a favor by disbarring Judge Mills Lane because the man truly is out of his mind.

I reached peak boredom when I tuned into the abominable 60-minute television self help shitfest that is Oprah. The Dr. Phil guy was on and I'm sure that guy picks a "lucky" Chicago gal from the audience after each show and brings her to the greenroom for a more in depth analysis of some of Dr. Phil's more deep philosophies.

Finally, I did laundry, and it was the most fun I had all day. The end.

in the slammer - up for parole