Sleepless in Nashville

TG and I watched murder porn last night. I fell asleep on the couch before the verdict, but then was suddenly awake at 1am and stayed up past 3. This sucks because I had to start my work day at 8ish. Finally, an hour ago, I turned to this household's mutual girlcrush, Connie Britton, and Nashville. She's never been more beautiful and, thanks to IMDB and math, she's older than Dish. TG lost interest quickly and went back to his latest craze.

To explain further, we were deeply affected by the Grammy's. TG is obsessing over Lorde and "Thicke." I can't stop singing "Get Lucky" by Daft Punk. As you can see, not only have I converted TG to my celebraholic ways, but I can't seem to find more virtuous pasttimes.