I watched the first 14 minutes of Secret Talents of the Stars last night. I've taken seven showers since and I still don't feel clean. I need to go volunteer at a homeless shelter for five years or something to feel better about myself. Most soul crushing 14 minutes of my life.

I wonder if I felt the same when I watched Circus of the Stars as a kid. I hope not. Otherwise, I've wasted more minutes of my life than I thought. I loved Circus of the Stars. Now I'm not so sure. Maybe I mistook that love for soul crushing. Come to think of it my love life, in general, has been pretty soul crushing -- My Lady's love force excluded, of course.

Oh dear god. It look like I have to do some serious life reevaluation. The world I thought that once was is suddenly not as it seems once now forever. Or something.

Thanks for nothing, Special Talents of the Stars!

This post is dedicated to The Waffle.