Janet’s sorry. She really, really is. Let’s move on now, shall we?

It’s the saddest thing in the world but I think I am truly addicted to American Idol now. I resisted for two years, but somehow I got sucked in this season, and now I can’t stop watching. And it is SUCH a commitment, because it’s on just about every night of the week. Along with Starting Over, which is on every weekday, this is just entirely too much TV for me to be watching. I think something’s got to go. Such a hard choice….

Speaking of choices, isn’t it interesting how many restaurants and ads are now touting the low-carb thing? I think this must be a part of the whole can’t beat ’em, join ’em, mentality. Everyone I know is on a low carb diet, it seems, while it seems like every other celebrity is getting gastic bypass surgery. You gotta feel bad for breadmakers. One of the oldest and best known bread bakeries in Raleigh went out of business the other day, blaming the low-carb craze for its drop in business. And Great Harvest, the bread place here in Chapel Hill, has taken to putting signs out on the highway for Free Slices! to lure folks in. Personally, I’m not a big bread person—my total weakness is cheese and chips, appetizer food—but I don’t think carbs are the real enemy. Portions, maybe. A lack of exercise, possibly. But bread’s been around a long time. It can’t be ALL bad.

It would be so cool if I could come up with some deep meaning, how all these things—Janet Jackson, American Idol, and carbs—are linked, so I could finish this entry with some great line, one that would make you go hmmmmmmmm.


Nope. Oh, well.

have a good day everyone…