Mork and Mindy marathon…

Strawberry shakes…

The sense of satisfaction after walking away from a Mean Boss tirade without crying.

These 9 p.m. Celtics-Lakers start times are killing me! I had to hurl myself out of bed this morning and my boyfriend – my poor sleep-deprived boyfriend – was a cranky nightmare. BUT every yawn, every watery eye, every cup of coffee is so worth it because watching Ray Allen & Co. stick it to the Lakers last night was truly STUNNING!

After the abysmal first quarter, I thought my boyfriend’s head was going to explode. I now know why he doesn’t regularly watch sports like I do – he gets too angry. We even switched it to something else for much of the second quarter but I insisted watching the second half and my boyfriend is glad we did.

Even my dad, Mr. “There’ll Never Be Another Larry Bird”, got into the game and came running into our room early in the fourth quarter to tell me that this current incarnation of the Celtics reminded him of the teams from his youth.

Now this might sound like Boston heresy but I almost (emphasis on “almost”) want the Celtics to lose Sunday night so that if they win this series, they can do it at home in the Garden. As awesome as it would be to see a bunch of phony celebrities wincing as they sit in their comped seats at the Staples Center, it would be so much better to see the Garden completely explode (figuratively, of course).

In an era when “customer service” means little more than just taking your money, it’s really nice to have a company apologize for a minor inconvenience without having to complain!

Well, I didn’t formally complain but my boyfriend threw a mini-tantrum when he realized he watched the Sopranos Season Four Disc Four before getting Disc Three.

Isn’t it sort of pathetic that when a company does what it should, you feel so excited that they actually give a shit?