I am desperate to have the script of Studio 60’s final episode, What Kind Of Day Has It Been. I even dream about it.
I cannot stop thinking about Danny and Jordan (and Rebecca), Matt and Harriet, Jack Rudolph and even the smooth Capt. Boyle. Above and beyond the smart ass lines of practically everyone in the cast, I will not be coy to admit that the hook-ups of Danny and Jordan (“Do you remember the first time I met you? Since then.”) and Matt and Harriet (“I’m the one you never keep things from. Never from me. I’m the one.”) evoke the hopeless romantic in me, especially in a weather like this.
Bear with me. I will snap out of this soon.
P.S. I have the hots for Bradley Whitford for about 2 weeks now and I know it is not healthy. My Hugh Laurie phase lingered for about a month so I’m giving myself 2 weeks more. After this I can go back to mentally molesting fantasizing liking men who are, you know, here. Another cheers to quarterlife moment, ladies and gents.
