Happy Freakin' October!
Y'all. Y'all. I cannot even deal. I mean I'd love to take some serious time and talk about how absolutely perfect Kelly Sullivan was in just her first 20 seconds on screen today (can we make Connie 50% less nymphomaniac and then just keep her and drop Kate completely???) or how cool it was that Elizabeth 'fessed up to part of her machinations (and perhaps more tomorrow?) and how great Rebecca Herbst was in those scenes or about how Ellie is, like, my new favorite fictional character ever because she calls Spinelli by his first name and requested that he actually does the same for her -- you know, like a regular human being! These things are awesome. But I can't think about these things. I don't care about these things. I only care about one thing anymore.
THIS IS ALL I CARE ABOUT ANYMORE.
Oh my lordie. So hot, that kiss! The slow burn into it, that music, everything. I need a fan. I've taken to using one of those smushed-couple-names thingies and I never, ever, ever do that. I am done for.
Seriously. This is all I care about.
Well, okay. This and baseball.