Quivering with guilty anticipation

I think I have admitted my pathetic love of The Ghost Whisperer here before. The J.Lo Hewitt, the endless supply of peignoirs and matching gowns (because the ghosts, they come at night), the false eyelashes worn at all times, the sensitive aid in resolving earthly crises and paving the way for the crossing over . . . I could go on but then I would have to admit even to myself that I am actually 82. Anyway. Now? On Friday nights? Right after the J.Lo Hewitt? This:

A charming vampire detective with a postmodern sense of humor, a rakish smile, a caddish sensibility, and none of the luggish morality of Angel! (Sorry, Angel fans, I'm a Spike girl through and through.) And just when I thought it might be a good idea to spend more Friday nights out socializing.en I thought it might be a good idea to spend more Friday nights out socializing.

So to review the initial list of things that will be keeping me sane during the tenure-hell year:

1. Buddhism
2. Big rigs
3. Imaginary Vampire Boyfriends