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Last night I dreamt that Jeffrey Dean Morgan asked me out on a date. I DON'T EVEN LIKE HIM. And that's what I dreamt. Why couldn't I dream about a celebrity I like, or, just find attractive ask me out? Come on! (It was a weird dream. I was getting ice cream, and he just walks up behind me and compliments on my voice. Weirdly, the only reason I agreed to it was his voice. That, and I accepted before I turned. I am a clever girl.)

Nick @ Nite is playing The Nanny now. This makes me feel both incredibly happy and incredibly old. However, I watched two delightful episodes of it tonight, and let me just say: Fran Fine has some of the most amazing hair pretty much ever. Such body! Such height! It's like an architectural marvel.

Also, I watched my second ever episode of Touched By An Angel last night. The first was the episode with Celine Dion literally ten years ago, and then last night I watched the episode with Mary McDonnell. Here is my issue: aren't the angels supposed to... you know... help? All they did was talk at people to extremely little success! I mean, Sister Mary Lauroslin was already totally awesome and in touch with God, so she didn't need much help (despite her TORRID PAST AS A POLITICAL BOMBER! SISTER MARY LAUROSLIN WAS TOTALLY BALLER), but Irish Angel was practically a detriment to her awesomeness. And Dude Angel was pretty useless too. Valerie Bertinelli as an angel was... bizarre, but I think that was her shtick. The Black Lady Angel though was fantastic. Not only did she know what was going on, she was actually helpful. (Er, in conclusion, no more religious programs for me. Ask Hannah, I was calling angels "creepy motherfuckers." I'm so going to hell.)