are you aware that some people have blogs (i don't like that word when i have to type it and yet i cannot think of anything else that can replace it. argh.) that are only about revealing their deepest darkest secrets to the internet? it is true. this has not really been one of them. not until this very moment. i am only revealing this personal ugliness to you because i don't know what else to do. i have no one else to go to. only you, internet friends. i am not going to beat around the bush any longerm here goes:

the more that i watch 'everybody loves raymond' the more i want to watch. there are two seasons on dvd here, and it is on every channel at least twice every day. ARGH. his insipid suburban comedy is so mindnumbingly addictive. its like those valentines candies. what do they put in those?!? what?!? whatever it is, i am CERTAIN that it is a banned substance. bet you can't eat just fifty. they're so small and red. everytime i eat one i think 'blech, i hate these'. and yet, the next time i go near the little bowl i find myself reaching out again. and again. and again. is it the manageably tasty size? the shape? (is my subconscious telling me something?). they (those evil red candy makers / marketers / resellers) must be paying somebody (or somebodies) off big time to keep them on the market every year. back to raymond. why why why do i like them so much. i laugh out loud at least four times every single episode. that robert is so foolish to leave amy, why didn't deborah hold out for someone smarter than ray? how much needling can the old lady take before she poisons here obnoxious husband? (and why didn't she do it fifteen years ago?!?!). these are the questions that keep me awake at night. i love it, and i hate myself for loving it. sigh. prime time.

the t******s are gone for the week. they left us 18 cans of old south orange juice. the blood that is coursing through my veins is probably more orange than blue now.