Well, I watched part of the final episode of Friends Thursday evening. I'm glad I watched only part of it.
(Sigh)
Why do people do things like this to themselves? I've seen episodes of this show before, and never really thought much of it. I never understood the excitement. At all. And this was...this was...
It was crap, is what it was.
Contrast this with my Friday night: I'm on a business trip, so Friday evening (hell, all of Friday night) was spent in a hotel room. But I had Friday Night Blues via streaming audio on the laptop, and I was reading Les Miserables and, of course, drinking beer. I even became a member of KTEP while listening, and barely noticed the pain. Of course, I got two requests for my trouble, so that was very nice.
A far, far superior way to pass one's time. Pleasure is good, a point made, recently, here and here.