TOFTTT
Today should have been campus day here in the Midwest. The mercury hit 84 on the thermostat, which made it increasingly hard to slave away, making rich people richer. Rather, I longed for the ancient small college custom of calling off classes on the first mild day of early spring — in which the do-gooders raked leaves for the college town while the rest of us, um, how do I put this, drank ourselves silly.
No such luck today, as Tuesday has become Take One For the Team Night (Lest you think I’m clever, no, I didn’t coin the phrase, all credit goes to Bill Simmons. Still, the phrase is prescient enough to incorporate. Much respect). Even though one of my favorite TV shows (a nouveau-classique? Non?) returned after a (snnnoorrrre) Olympics hiatus, I happily settled in for a long night of compromising TV shows. (By the way, do I need to cover the four-year sitcom window? Sitcoms have four-year primes. Period. Scrubs is, sadly, no different.) Anyway, the reality/take-your-medicine line-up was: