I have the worst concentration skills.
I have been planning for months to do a 100th post....post.
And then I got really excited about the whole fake-thesaurus thing, and forgot that my next post was THE 100.
I only just figured this out because Jessica Marshall and I just spent three hours sitting in my living room waiting for Jimmer to be on Jimmy Kimmel. I had never actually watched Jimmy Kimmel before until the whole Brandon Davies fiasco, and, after Mr. Kimmel's super offensive remarks about my school and my religion, I swore to never watch again.
However, Jimmer just has a way of melting my heart and getting me to do things that I swore I would never do again (cry in public, skip a Saturday afternoon nap, fall in love...) and so, I watched.
He was on screen for about sixty seconds total, sitting next to Kemba Walker in a blue checkered shirt that was so precious he could have been on his way to OZ with Dorothy herself.
Now that I have the Jimmer fix I have been craving since the tournament ended, I am ready to drop dead into bed.
Sorry this post isn't more exciting. Late night shows really take it out of me.
Happy 100th birthday Blog.
Here's to the next 100.