We’re only three episodes (Is it three? Four? I don’t even know anymore!) into the season, and I’ve already fallen off the face of the planet. I promise I wasn’t coast-hopping, smoking a j and sleeping with slutty bohemians. Not this month, anyway.

As one does, I’m working two jobs, going to school, volunteering at the local museum and reading Kathy Griffin’s memoir. Obviously, my schedule is PACKED.

I’m finally caught up, though, and while there is so fucking much I want to say about Peggy’s one-night stand with Pete 2.0 and her marijuana-induced “good place,” nothing I think up can match the hilarity of the actual scenes.  Thank you, Jebus. You made Zoey Bartlett interesting!

Other Thoughts

1. Roger Sterling is no Kirk Lazarus.
2. Pete and Trudy…what’s the opposite of black face? Because those two are the whitest whiteys who have ever whited.
3. Congratulations to Betty Draper for making me want to legit punch a pregnant woman.
4. I won’t miss you, Creepy Grandpa Gene.
5. Don Draper is infinitely less interesting when he isn’t committing adultery.
6. He should give Sal a call.

Finally, as I didn’t want her relegated to a bullet-point, Joan. Mmmm, Joan.