"It's like trying to follow porn!"

This is just to say that I have so, so much to say about the astounding, shark-jumpingly terrible episode of Glee from last night. BUT one of my best friends is in town and instead of dwelling on the shittiness of "Sexy" we're gonna go eat a delicious breakfast and chill in the botanical gardens. Consider this a place-holder until I get back to my regularly-scheduled snarkiness.