I slept on my neck funny, or something, on Sunday night and it was killin’ me all day yesterday. Which resulted in major headache, and my day culminated with me sort of writhing in pain while watching Monday Night Football. The fact that the Niners had to fight so hard for the win over an even worse team does not bode well for the season, but I guess a win is a win.

Is it pathetic/immature of me to laugh every time I see that Carl’s Jr. flat buns commercial? Yeah. It is.

In other TV news, I have to agree with Sarah about the premiere of Tim Gunn’s Guide to Style. With Stacy and Clinton it’s like your girlfriends are over ragging on you and helping you go through your closet. With Tim and Veronica it was more like the Duke and Duchess of the Upper East Side came down from high tea to make horrified expressions at the commoner’s wardrobe. I mean, the makeover was still a success, but it lacked the fun factor I’d hoped for. I love Tim Gunn but think maybe he’s a better foil for the Project Runway format than for this. Not that I would turn him away if he came knockin’ on my front door.