I have just woken from a nightmare in which I was a Rwandan refugee. Seriously. It was very elaborate, involving all kinds of horrible attacks and a forced abortion and a filthy refugee camp where I kept looking for journalists so my story could be heard by the world.
One would think I watched some depressing Rwandan documentary immediately prior to going to bed.
Nope.
Friday Night Lights.
And when I'm wide awake in the middle of the night because I'm afriad to go back to sleep for fear of unconscious genocide, I do something along these lines:
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What? Clog?
Finally took your advice and have been watching DVDs of the first season of "Friday Night Lights," even though I have next to no interest in football or Texas or teenagers. As usual, you were right. It's the best thing I've seen on television in years.
Was it the last episode? The ode to Tim Riggins looking gorgeous episode? They didn't look like that at SI.
Well, a couple of them kinda did. I'm racking my brain. Who was hot at SI? I always thought the hotter ones played lacrosse...
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