I'm fickle

So, I worked late last night and didn't get home until almost 8, which meant that I made it home in time to watch The O.C., but when I got home, I just .... didn't. I honestly think I'm over it. The first season this showed aired, I was a maniac about it. Then I started missing large chunks of the second season because of work or family obligations. And this seaon? I just no longer feel like even making an effort. So what happened? I don't know. I guess some of the quirks of the show started to wear thin. So I guess I better start hunting for a new ringtone 'cause even the show's song is getting on my nerves. (I can hear SkooterPie screaming "FINALLY!" from here, by the way.)
A show that hasn't lost its charm is America's Next Top Model. I would tune in for Tyra any day of the week.
Someone at McSweeney's is a fan too.
Weekend agenda: Tonight is wide open. Saturday: Wake up really early to get my car inspected. Everyone in Memphis has do this once a year in order to get their tags renewed. It's the only time of the year I start looking at house listings in DeSoto County, Miss. Also on Saturday I'm going with April to get her wedding dress fitted. I guess Sunday will be spent finally handing out the neighborhood association newsletters on my street. Just wait and see. I predict that this will lead to me becoming a block leader or being asked to edit the newslettter. I've just always got to be starting something. One of my neighbors asked for my help because the guy who usually does it is probably 80 years old. His brother or some other relative actually used to own our house, and so he feels free to comment on the height of our grass or the state of the azalaes in front of the house. I wince when I see him coming because, honestly, what we've done to those azaleas is criminal.