Notes from the Quarantine

I wanted to update you more on my activities yesterday, my little mini-muffins, but for some reason Blogger wasn't working. So here's a run down of what I did.

5 hours--watched Law and Order (4 hours of vanilla, 1 of SVU)
2.5 hours--watched Surreal Life
1.5 hours--watched The True Hollywood Story of Full House
1 hour--watched Crossing Jordan
1 hour--watched The Simpsons
.5 hour--watched The Office

So yeah. For 12.5 hours yesterday, I watched TV. Sad, huh? Yeah it was. It wasn't even really that fun. There's aa big difference between wanting to veg out, and having to veg out because you feel like absolute shit.

And now I'm watching The Ashlee Simpson show which is barely entertaining but which in my extreme durress, is watchable. But here's my questions for Miss Ashlee:

1) Is your dad gay? Are you sure? Would you swear that in a court of law?
2) Exactly what Wal-Mart did you pick up your mother from? Did she work in women's apparel or hunting supplies?
3) Are you blind? Listen, I don't care if you sing your own stuff or not. But seriously. Can you see?
4) Speaking of, how's your acid reflux?
5) Do you know a guy named Pee Wee Johnson? He seems like someone you might know. If you do, tell him Morgan from the band said hi. That was me with the clarinet. And no, Pee Wee, I won't go on a double date with you and your brother, no matter how big the wheels on your truck are.
6) Is your sister an evil genius? Is she owned by a corporation? Wait, a minute. Don't answer. They might be watching. But, again, seriously. Is she?

Why doth this box torture me so? Damn you cathode ray tube. Damn you.