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[enamoured]

Oh God, what I wouldn't do for a bowl of chicken noodle soup about now. But there's nineteen minutes left for American Idol and I don't want to leave before it's over--even though they haven't shown any mind-bendingly good auditions yet. This show is evil and it deprives me of soup.

I thought I ran over a bird today. For some reason, it made me sadder than I should have. I would've felt worse if it had been a dog--halfway home, there was a golden retriever and a boxer just wandering in this road, and I actually flinched and covered my eyes (at the stop light) when someone almost hit one of thoe dogs. I don't know, man. I was wrong about hitting the bird. But still... it depressed me for some reason.

(Random AI note: what's with the guys singing Josh Groban this year?)

So Friday's the first day of the Winter Olympics? Wooohoo.

Fifteen minutes now. SOOOOOUP.

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I think every year there's a song or two that contestants beat to death.