You know you’re hormonal when:

You decide to watch NBC’s The Biggest Loser because there’s really not much else on and it’s not like you have to have watched the season thus far to know what’s happening. (Versus Lost and Heroes, which are confusing as hell.) You learn that Neil, some guy on this show that you’ve never watched, has thrown the weigh-in by drinking two gallons of water and has gained a whopping seventeen pounds by doing so and through mathematical calculations that took Bryan and I ten minutes to figure out, has sent some other poor soul home.  You want Neil hung from the highest branch for treason against the fellow Fat Club members (of which I am a card-holder), and it makes you cry that someone else had to pay for his sins.

Seriously.  I wanted to find Neil’s family and make them suffer.  WHO WOULD THROW A FREAKIN’ BIGGEST LOSER CONTEST?  You’re all there for the same purpose!  You should be forced to eat a pound of straight-up lard for every pound you “threw”.  Bastard Neil.