9.23.01
You know, it is entirely one thing to spend the weekend being violently ill, weak as a kitten, and this > < far away from being on your deathbed when you have a veritable feast of swashbuckly, piratically-themed movies to keep you entertained, but it is an entirely other different, tortuous situation that one finds oneself in, when the best that television has to offer up is stock car racing, or Isaac Mizrahi (bless his soul) fitting Sarah Jessica Parker for a dress.
I mean, really.
