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Sorry for the lame post; I know no one wants to see my face more than they have to, but I also see this blog as a documentary tool for myself, and I know I don't ever want to forget how lame I am sometimes.
Two years ago, while wondering the halls of Studio 6B, I had the pleasure of meeting one wonderful, gangly redhead. Yes, he's really that tall. Yes, his hair is really that great. I became more in love than I was before. When I got home from New York I made it a personal goal to start watching Late Night more often (I quite enjoyed it when they had wide studio shots and I could see my old boss, Dana, and then I would get a false sense of self-worth because I know "someone on TV"). When The Tonight Show was handed over, I never missed an episode.
This sucks.
Two years ago, while wondering the halls of Studio 6B, I had the pleasure of meeting one wonderful, gangly redhead. Yes, he's really that tall. Yes, his hair is really that great. I became more in love than I was before. When I got home from New York I made it a personal goal to start watching Late Night more often (I quite enjoyed it when they had wide studio shots and I could see my old boss, Dana, and then I would get a false sense of self-worth because I know "someone on TV"). When The Tonight Show was handed over, I never missed an episode.
This sucks.
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