Oprah Might Be Upset

I'm cheating on her. I'm having a torrid affair with "30 Rock" via Netflix.

It's a good antidote to the depressing pall that comes over me when shopping at discount stores. I'm talking about you, 99 Cents Store! I haven't been there in years, but when I went last week, I was followed around the store by a close-talking bargain hunter who kept asking me what time it is. I passed so many women who were rifling through bins of junk as if they were going to find something...cheaper?

Today I went to Marshall's. I don't know about you, but in my neighborhood, the Marshall's is just as depressing as the 99 Cents Store and then when you go to check out they have: One. Line. Designed to piss you off even more than you already were after bumping your stroller in the too-crowded aisles and not finding anything in the 2-mile rack of clothes because all the clothing was on hangers with the wrong sizes on them, the One Line design made us creep and crawl through a hunger-induced haze of despair until we finally, FINALLY got to check out.

I am going back to my online shopping while I watch "30 Rock" and the baby is sleeping. Bah humbug.