Figures.

It figures that the day after I declare myself Wonder Woman I get a mysterious neck injury and am incapable of doing much of anything but whining and watching Gilmore Girls in bed.

And it figures that the internet would ruin many, many, Gilmore happenings for me before I get to witness them.

And it figures that whatever drug I took so I could attend the long-awaited RiffTrax Live "House on Haunted Hill" didn't make me giggly or loopy or stoned, like I'd hoped. No, it just made me subdued and in slightly less pain than before.

PFFFT.