I'm Serious. I'm Kidding.

Last night was weird. I had woken up at 2:30 that afternoon, because that is what I do on Sundays. If my feet hit the bedroom floor anytime before 1-130 PM I consider it blasphemous. I turned on E! to get ready to watch the red carpet and then went to make myself a tuna fish on wheat sandwich. I wasn’t worried that the Emmys were running during penultimate episode of Breaking Bad and the series finale of Dexter because luckily they run live on the West Coast so they would be over by 8. You can imagine my stress level when I turned to CBS at 4:59 PM to see a football game on. I started getting anxious, like the anxious that normal people get when they have an interview or they are about to become new parents. I felt the way these people do because I thought the 65th Annual Primetime Emmys were being preempted. Then after 12 minutes straight of commercials the Emmys began. Here’s are some of my thoughts on last night's Emmys. If you're like "Ugh, why does Chandra always

I have this story about me waking up on a friend’s couch yesterday afternoon around 4:30 to find a 30 year old white male, half naked, passed out snoring and bloodied lying on the living room floor with a fractured clavicle, but that’s not my story to tell. This is what I can talk about, the only thing I'm good at besides sleeping, and alienating babies. For the time being, I’m feeling happy, alive, and content with life because today begins my favorite part of September, the beginning of the fall TV season. It's a time to fall in love with new shows and new faces and a time to renew your love with the oldies but goodies. With  Breaking Bad’s  heart attack, ART-like drama (especially last night’s) and  Dexter's  I want to break up with you but I only keep watching because I'm waiting for you to break up with me first drama literally a block or two away from their graves, I'm really looking forward to the comedies to relieve some of the stress brought