Six! How many is Siiiix…


One week until the full Ex-Elliot band gets back together at TeddyJ.

Two months till Chuck Berry at the Pageant, where he has no control over the bathrooms.

Three months until Spring.

Four times I have had to cook and tweak and augment this current pot of beef stew.

5G, my favorite episode of Mad Men so far.

Six Days until I get to see “HOARDERS: BURIED ALIVE.” I was promised “HOARDERS: BURIED ALIVE” tonight. But I was given “Medical Incredible.” The TivO is mistaken. No one is buried alive. Bastards. Granted, people have odd skin diseases and a girl had her leg severed by a plane, but my mouth was set for hoarding to the point of death. I assume it’s about those brothers in New York who were eventually crushed by the hoard.

Damn.


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