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I had one of those dreams where I was conscious enough to disagree with dream logic within the dream itself. I was watching Smallville and thinking it was a really good episode and was all excited...

...when I realized I'd only just finished my review of Heroes (which you can read here at PR) and it couldn't be Thursday already because I hadn't even gotten to see a new House yet. Or Pushing Daisies.

So now I've woken up, I'm still in a confused state regarding the days of the week. WTF, head?

ETA: I forgot to mention that the only reason my dream episode of Smallville was so good was that it featured the surprise return of Oliver Queen. The dream me was as proportionally happy as the real me was disappointed for knowing that will never happen.

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In case there was any doubt: OMG I LOVE DEXTER. He has to be my TV boyfriend/boink-buddy. Watching this show week-to-week is torture. I need to be able to digest fifteen hours all at once. Having to wait as they drag out the main arc of the season is killing me. You wouldn't think a guy with the ability to kill people who annoy him would have so many problems. Sheesh.

Is it Sunday yet?