Cook, Line, and Sinker

I am unable to entertain you today due to the fact that I cannot stop flailing and frothing after having been in the face-to-face presence of David Cook twice today, thanks to the good work of my friend Rickey and our pal Jeffrey at MTV.
Tomorrow, though, I promise to tell you something that won’t make you think I’m 12 years old and/or need a sedative. Or, even if I do, I will at least temper it with something else to take off the edge.
Tuned. Stay it.