...what? Oh, right. My fiancee had a procedure going on; everything came back negative, she's fine, I can breathe again.
So, anyway, I'm watching television. Not particularly because I wanted to, but the damn sound was up high enough so that I pretty much kept looking up; besides, the New Orleans catastrophe (which is, by the way, still vastly superior to the unmitigated catastrophe we were all fearing 48 hours ago) was on. Then came Regis and... whoever the hell that was with him. Didn't he hang with Kathy Lee, or something? Anyway, there was a clip of Regis Philbin dressed up as either Paris Hilton or Nicole Richie (I am proud to be able to say, truthfully, that I cannot tell the two apart).
And that's when I knew that everything was going to be all right, because that had to have been today's Bad Thing That Happened To Moe.
And so it was.
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