Hot Sundae

I have returned victorious from an illegitimate hour-and-a-half lunch, because the "I'm so excited, I'm so excited, I'm so scared" episode of SBTB was on, and I simply could not tear myself away. Childish? Yes. Irresponsible? Yes. In less depressing news, I just talked to Lizett post-soldering-iron-of-justice and aside from sounding like she's talking quietly around a gumball or something, she seems no worse for wear. Of course, she's probably high out of her mind right now from whatever they knocked her out with. I remember after I got my wisdom teeth out I was so loopy that I requested--and received--a hot and delicious bratwurst. It was perhaps the most preposterous and ill-advised scheme ever put forth by man, and ended oh so predictably in disaster. Anyway, incredibly even to me, the first thing I said to her when she called was not "How are you feeling?", but "If you flip to TBS RIGHT NOW you can catch Jesse saying she's so scared!" which, now that it is documented, may well go down in the annals of history as man's greatest shame. I am personally responsible for man's most preposterous scheme and man's greatest shame.