Sorry. That was so lame. I managed to make it all the way through the State of the Union address last night WITHOUT gouging out my eyes, jamming pencils in my ears, OR (most importantly) killing or maiming anyone. Although I think I did scare Phoebe when I threw the pillow I was alternately strangling and then screaming into.
It was all worth it, though, just to see my Political Boyfriend, Barack Obama.