I am pooped. I blame two things:
And this chick...Ugh. And to think I sort-of think I liked you after the first episode. Curse you Bachelor for turning me into such a hateful person. AND for hooking me in with your crazed drama and that glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, Jake will come to his senses and kick Miss Princess to the curb.
And I wish I could channel that frustration into just changing the channel.
But I can't.
So I stay up into the wee hours of the night studying for early morning tests...since the evening was spent glued to the tube, watching Miss Thing desperately and annoyingly throwing herself at our prince.
Wow. I have got to get a more intellectual hobby. I think I'll do the crossword now...