Today I went to the dentist. I am not a fan of the dentist, which is why I take fanatical care of my teeth. He gave me my checkup. He told me that I had done everything right.

Then he took out the drill and said, “Which just makes it sadder that I need to take care of this tooth.” Then I got a filling.

Eleventh Hour, I’m looking at you.

Last night, if you squashed it into a Post-It, was a serviceable procedural. Initial unexplained mystery! Expansion of mystery! Unrelated crime deepens mystery! Several people are presented as viable suspects! Tension builds as the unknown criminal tries to outwit the protagonists! The protagonist figures it out! There’s a confrontation, a confession, and a few sentences of partnerly banter!

Which just makes it sadder, you know?

This show needs a filling.
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