Getting caught up in the barrage of garbage that passes for television programming during the summer months can be devastating. Just yesterday, when I was trying to focus on filing the litigated claims against the City of Santa Monica, all I could think about were the final contestants on a American Idol. Who will take the prize? Will it be Justin? Or perhaps Ryan? Nikki was almost eliminated last week. I was on the edge of my seat, reveling in the nail biting tension of the moment--and then, something happened that should have a long time ago. Jim got sent home. I guess those dimples just weren't cute enough to make it all the way. Anyway, as you can imagine, I got my litigated claims mixed up with the subrogation files, and the whole thing was just a mess. *sigh* Only an evening on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn and a marathon session of Beyond Belief could cure these American Idol blues. Jonathan Frakes rocks my world.