Bad, bad Bravo. The stupid Gay Riviera thing wasn’t bad enough. Now you’ve replaced my St. Elsewhere re-runs with Thirtysomething re-runs. You’ve dumped one of the greatest shows in TV history for some of the most annoying wankers ever portrayed onscreen. Evil. Bad. And no, it’s not one bit more endearing now that I’m almost 37 myself, thanks…
Speaking of age-related milestones, happy birthday, old friend. I’m celebrating for you by lying on the couch watching Rear Window and trying not to fall asleep again. At least for a couple of hours…
Damned drugs. Damned thyroid condition.
