Oh, my show, I've missed you so!

Argh, what a week to come down with the plague! I was not in any shape to approach this episode of Joan in a rational way. I know there's stuff about it that will bug me later, but at the moment I'm just a bowl of sentimental, sniffling oatmeal. Now there's an image. But I have so much love for this show, even when it's cheesy. ( And Grace gets the best lines! )

The good news (for me, at least) is that I'm feeling better than I have been, so I'm hoping to spend some of tomorrow catching up on everything I've left hanging all week. I know no one's likely to get tremendously insulted when I don't respond to a comment for a few days (or to an email for ages and ages- please don't hate me kathlaw! *g*); it's not usually a crisis. But I still feel guilty. Which is funny when you consider how rarely I email or write to my older sister, just because I'm lazy. I'm a lousy correspondent. Oh well.

Eeeee, love, love, love for my show! I definitely need to dig up my My So-Called Life tapes and see how Joan compares. Pretty darn well, I'm thinking.