Rejoice and be glad, for season 1 of Murphy Brown is on DVD. I rented it from Netflix, and oh, sweet Berry Gordy, I missed that show. Not for the music, but because Murphy Brown is my spirit animal. It was from Murphy that I learned you didn't have to be nice to be successful as long as you were smarter and more talented and harder working than everyone else.
In my techie days, I wasn't the office bitch, but I didn't suffer fools gladly. I would've been a lot more patient with fools if someone had been able to explain to me the benefits of doing the work of 2 or 3 other people AND being nice to them. There are limits to how much of a doormat I'm willing to be, and I can thank Murphy for that.
Which leads us to:
Me: I've already forgotten why I pretend punched you in the nose.
Him: Do you want me to retell the bad joke?
Me: Yes, please.
Him: They should've done a sequel to Murphy Brown where she joins the circus, called Murphy Clown.
Me: So I'm not losing my mind. I was just blocking out the terrible joke.