We Think A Drunk Driver Broke Into His Room

I think it's a bad sign to wake up on Monday morning with the feeling of imminent explosion. Also bad: that explosion being touched off by the question, "spaghetti or rigatoni?" Of course, dad was being particularly annoying asking about dinner and I really didn't want either option.

Also, I didn't get to watch more than, oh, ten minutes of Veronica Mars because there wasn't enough time left on the tape. At least it's supposed to repeat on Sunday.

And, with the release of our shortlist, Scribendi continues to be frustrating. The presence of a few of the pieces prompt me to say, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

But this week's House is awesome. Especially the parking lot scenes. That makes everything better.