I'm lame.

Just when you thought I couldn't be lamer, I spent a night tossing and turning and dreaming about what could have been and what could be with no less than four different women, all of whom I care(d) deeply about (at some point, at any rate).

As if the constant thinking about C weren't enough... Eesh.

To Italian.

HOLY CRAP.

Wednesday nights just got that much more awesome.

Alias is moving to 9pm, after Lost.

Brilliant move, one that I hoped for, but didn't expect. Check it out, ABC IS ACTUALLY SMART!!! (I'm an ABC junkie. I admit it. I watch like, 7-8 hours of ABC TV every week. And I'm still surprised they're that smart.)

This poses problems for me, of course. What to do now that The West Wing is actually fun again and Alias will be up against it?

CJ or Sydney? Jed or Jack? Josh or Vaughn?

Tape or download one, watch the other, I know, I know.

My Wednesdays are totally booked as it is, though. Lost, WW, Smallville and Jack & Bobby. (SV and J&B air on Fox from 10-12. Yaaaaaay Fox 44.) Five hours of good TV. One night. Hm, hm, hm.

God help me, what if HOCKEY comes back in January? So much with the torn.

I'm cooking. I should pay attention to the stove.