Okay, so screw it, you should know that I am pretty much obsessed with David Cook from American Idol, so all of my considerable energy this evening is going toward drooling, flailing, frothing, twirling, and many other -ings while watching the finale. (Alone. But on the phone during commercials with both my mom and my boyfriend, separately, both of whom are also quite enamored of Mr. Cook.) This means that your obsession with me won’t necessarily be fulfilled today by way of a few words describing something that annoys the hell out of me, and for that I apologize. Please feel free to have a party in my comments, though, if that helps at all.