Last night was the first Thursday night in the past 9 weeks where a roomful of people wasn't laughing at me. Instead of singing "I'm Glad She's Dead" as Moe Gorman, at 9:40 last night, I was watching Canadian Idol whomever-singing-whatever. Of course, I should have been at rehearsals for "Enemies", but I was too sick to go.
I much prefer Moe's rendition of "Phillip Arsenault's A Real Arsehole" to Josh (or was it Jason?) Greeley's rendition of whatever-it-was-that-song-that-he-sang-was.