Okay, so we've established that anything ridiculous or incoherent on this web page (although just looking at the Shirt Tales picture below makes me happy -- that was a stroke of genius on her part) is the fault of mysterious friend H. She's now proposed that I write something every hour of this lovely night that I'm going to be at work *all* night -- which doesn't sound particularly appealing, but is really making me think of those oh-so-distant college newspaper days when I stayed up for 24 hours straight twice a week. This is not so bad. Not that I'd want to do it every Thursday or anything, but, like most of us 20-somethings, I definitely think and work better at night.

Here's this hour's thought: Now that I've seen my second (count them: two) episode of The Drew Carey Show, I have come to the conclusion that it is really, really dumb, and really not funny. In my humble opinion. But the beginning is absolutely inspired... I love all those people running through the street, doing their choreographed Broadway-esque dance and singing "Cleveland Rocks!" Why can't the rest of the show be like that? Actually, I take that back. It would probably be horrendous. Forget I said anything.