I will never realize my goal of Richard Simmons crying with me. I've ruined it. And certainly he won't have to cut a wall outta my house to remove me while he cries with me.
Damn, and Shrinking Jeans wants me to plan my whole life for the new project. I'm not good at plans, and now even the Richard Simmons thing isn't going to happen for me. Dammit.
Well, at least Richard will be a guest on Ellen tomorrow.