I had such plans for the evening, possibly involving figuring out my issues with Audacity, preparing for my move next month, or, I don’t know, curing cancer. Instead, I’ve decided to die of heat prostration.
But I’m going out in style, watching The Philadelphia Story on Turner Classic Movies (wait … don’t I have that on DVD?) . Cary Grant is so dreamy for a dead guy.
In case that’s too classy, though, I’m flipping over to Canada’s Next Top Model, too.
I haven’t seen the ep, yet, but I hear that Cori was sent home. Pretty girl, but too intellectually immature and emotionally unstable. The fashion industry would have chewed her up and spit her out.