...sleeping in the bags under my eyes, which just goes to prove that I might just be a little tired or that I might just be a little sick. Or, better yet, a bit of both, one being caused by the other.

Yes, I am sick. My immune system is taking a break. I sound like a little old lady with emphysema when I yell or even speak. It's nasty. *croaks*

But I have still managed to write the meek beginning of a CGR fanfiction. It has a [don't shoot!] G-SR beginning based off spoilers from the finale (lemonjelly_, I am happy to be the one who saved you from that heart attack) and I just went with what I had. It needs improvement, and I'm just not saying that for the beginning; so, uh, no post for you! (Oh, I'm so sorry Jerry, Elaine, George, Cosmo, and the Soup Nazi.)

Instead, why not give you a synopsis of CSI's finale? If you don't want to be spoiled or if you don't want a wave of ranting coming at you, avoid the cut entitled CSI: Like a Freaking Bat out of Hell (oops! terribly sorry!) CSI: Way to Go.

( CSI: Way to Go (yeah, the title says it all very sarcastically) )

*cracks ranting knuckles* Even in my minor illness, I still have it. I might have even been competing with Cameron there for a while when it came to complaining.

All right, so that's it for this week. *coughs* And my germs to TPTB. (*with French accent* "I fart in your general direction!")

Best Song/Album of the Week: "Pocket Full of Kryptonite" (album) by the Spin Doctors. I have rediscovered them. I'm so happy. Great album. Rock with a country-twist. Highly recommend it. :)

EDIT: No crawling through pet doors this week, people. Sorry again. *snickers*