I’ve watched TV basically all day. I found an afternoon slot that plays solid Gilligan’s Island. Earlier today I watched a marathon of Sex And The City. I rewatched a handful of episodes of The Aquabats to console myself for the loss of getting to see them in concert. I think all that TV is getting to me though. I keep thinking my life could be the plot to some kind of sitcom. You watch it and keep thinking that something this unlikely could never happen, except there’s no laugh track. And the football star isn’t going to get a flat tire outside my dad’s office or something, just so I can meet him.