Sometimes I watch television and it’s like a glass of wine. A beautiful moment savored, memorable in the here and now but forgotten soon after. Then once in a great while I find myself remembering a particular moment, feeling, or taste. There are few programs that have instilled this feeling in me, House has now been added to this list. If you missed this last episode or don’t watch this show in general, you are doing yourself a great disfavor.

On a side note: They could care less.
It pains me to listen to the radio these days with such blatantly incorrect verbiage in such a popular song. I kind of liked My Chemical Romance ’till I heard them scream these words. So now, I could not care less if I hear them again.


Current mood: worried
Currently reading: Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut


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