Oh, curse television and your appeal! Like a pile of sweet, delicious kosher pickles in front of a recovering kosher pickle addict, you tempt me away from doing what is right and correct and in line with what MUST BE DONE! Namely, my paper. Friggin' grad school and your assignments, why must you keep me from eating pickles and watching TV?
I sorta danced around in my cubicle at work today to the Zero Zero CD "AM Gold", but only because there was no one else around to witness me bust a move.
Nevermind.