T.G.I.W., or "I love Big Balls"

Ah, summer TV. The dollar store FINALLY got in a shipment of cheese popcorn just before the AI finale. We bought an entire case, and now there's nothing suitable to eat it in front of. Thankfully, "Wipeout" has returned!

I guess we need escapist television right now. I've sort of given up on the idea of leaving California for now, both because there are no jobs anywhere else and because it's sort of morbidly fascinating to watch the state unravel. But sometimes I feel like, "I'm a Celebrity; Get Me Out of Here!"