I’ll be the first to admit it – I love Britney Spears. It’s sick, I know. Yet I still check Perez Hilton daily just to find out what the latest mess my girl has got herself into. When I found out she’d lost custody of her kids – and to K-Fed, of all people – I immediately ran into the kitchen to inform everyone else of the news. They didn’t really care, aside from a few comments on how ashamed they’d be if they were only famous for once being married to Miss Britney. It was okay, though. I cared enough for everyone.

So I know this is probably shallow and that there are much bigger issues my housemates and I should be concerned about. But on September 27th at 9 pm, there’s going to be a battle. Over our television. From all logical standpoints, it should be a great night. Season premieres of both The Office and Grey’s Anatomy? Brilliant. My long awaited cravings for both witty, intelligent comedy and melodramatic, girly theatrics will be satiated. I can watch The Office first and then turn to ABC for Grey’s just like last year… except I totally can’t. The hotshots over at NBC apparently decided it would be a fantastic idea to move Jim and Pam into the same timeslot as Meredith and McDreamy.