So Not Clairvoyant

I can not wait until Sunday. If you need me, I'll be on my recliner with a bowl of chips, a platter of hot wings, and a frosty mug filled with my beer du jour. The television will be tuned to CBS and I'll be glued to the game. Don't be surprised if you can't be heard over my yelling and screaming strategies at the players. I wait all year for this day. The day we watch the players begin to outwit, outplay, and outlast the rest.

I totally admit that I am a "Survivor" junkie.

I am not ashamed.

I embrace the tribe member within.

I refuse to apologize for this Thursday night habit and if a single one of you put me down for it I will call you out publicly for the closet "American Idol" groupie that you are.

My final, final Delphinia update:

She’s at home, charging up, and waiting for me to go home and play with her.

My opening Survivor Update: Go Rupert!!! (my survivor of choice is subject to change weekly)