Usually I start listening to the most recent archive a few days after it airs and then savor it in bits and pieces throughout the week, anticipating the next triumphant return. Tonight I couldn't help listening to the whole thing all at once, and now it just feels like I'm waiting for the results of a herpes test. I hate the new regime already!
I do have faith that Tom has a master plan, he's always had one so far. I know that soon I'll no longer have to imagine DFK and Erica going through their weeks with a pall over them, each bearing a new vacancy in their souls that nobody else will ever understand. I can see a day ahead when the thought of Spike the Supercaller will only be a distant memory, and we will all be supping at the honey pot once again. The third act MUST come, I know, but this second act tension has already changed the entire flavor of my week. I think I just didn't know how good we had it!
If it helps any Tom, I'm truly repentant for not doing what I could to prevent this happening, however little. Lesson learned? It's too late, isn't it?
