Oh dear! Oh me! When I got home from work tonight, I sprawled out on the bed to watch the Mariners play. After the first inning, we were ahead 4 to 0 against Minnesota. At that point I promptly fell asleep, and when I woke up, not only were the Mariners down
7 to 4, but I had slept through all but the last five minutes of
American Idol. I only managed to catch the final thirty or forty second review of the nine finalists with their phone numbers. Strange, how little you can grasp from a less than ten second sound bite.
Carrie sounded fine
Constantine looked fine
I enjoyed Anthony
I couldn't tell what the Hell Bo was even singing
As for the rest.........
Scott looked like he had been squeezed into Orson Welles old suit.
Nadia appeared to be wearing a dress made out of toilet paper.
The others failed to even register.