The sad part isn't that I'm not going. The sad part is I don't care. At the height of the House obsession, I would have moved heaven and earth and now I'm just like...MEH! Maybe if he'd done something with his more sophisticated 20's/30's jazz side instead of psuedo-blues, but as it stands...MEH! Or maybe if House hadn't gotten so horribly, horribly, horribly awful and I'm still mourning the time and energy and love I put into it because of those first 2 seasons, and (fairly or not) blaming Mr. Laurie for a lot of deterioration.
