Hyphens and House.

It finally happened. My 60-something year old father has sent his first "lol" in an e-mail to me. It was involving a link to a full episode of House, which I'm sure will be "lol" worthy with his "IT'S NOT LUPUS" and cane beatings. And him ripping his shirt off and taking hot and steamy showers. Ok. I made that part up. But let's not lie. House is dreamy. Beyond reason. And he's old. Which makes me potentially creepy, however, I'm just thinking of it as a practice for when I'm a classy cougar. Except I'll go after old men instead of 19 year old frat boys. I've got it all planned out.

I had a dream that my BFF died in her sleep. From a virus, which was actually a super-biochemically-transformed version of the swine flu. I eventually went on a manhunt for the ones responsible which turned out to be a mad cooperation. This is clearly a manifest of my strong disdain for Wal-Mart. I ended up in a car with a scrawny woman, a pansy young guy in the backseat, and we were ready to run over the guard in front of the virus-makers' factory. And the driver wimped out. Then I pulled out machine guns out of my shoes.

I don't understand why House has a team. They're always wrong, and they get in his way. They ought to turn it into a one-man show. This episode just made me say "OHHHH" out loud. I'll give them credit. Once again, it was House who made me say "OHHHH". Institute starts in 20 minutes and I'm still in sweats. Isn't that how it normally works?