My great achievements of the day: I woke up at the crack of dawn and got to the office earlier than I ever have in my two-and-a-half-year tenure, and returned home with lots of time to do laundry and (here’s the kicker) fold my clothes instead of tossing them into a pile in the middle of the floor. Go me. I’m starting to shift my sleep schedule a few hours earlier. It’s all very radical, I tell you.
The evening went downhill from there when I tuned in to American Idol. Good lord. They call that a premiere? It was an hour and a half of bad and really bad auditions (with but a sprinkle of talent here and there). An hour and a half of my life that I’d like back, thank you very much. However, I will admit to some morbid train-wreck fascination with it. You watch this dreck and start to think, “Hey, I can sing better than this!” So if anything, it’s a hypothetical self-esteem boost all around.
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American Idol was very amusing, I thought. Some of those people were just…ABSURDLY bad. Like there’s no way someone could be that bad without trying.
It’s too bad they don’t give refunds on time wasted. I’d have a file cabinet full of receipts, I’ll tell you.