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This recap is painful for me in a way that no recap has been before. Having already watched and live-blogged it, I know the heartbreak that's in store for me.

I can take silks and satins, or beading, or feathers, but when they all collide in one dress all I can think of is Nomi Malone mispronouncing "Versace" and doing some horrific dance in which she displaces both hips and kicks a showgirl in the face.

Everyone's crying into their Moet, and we're left to imagine what the rest of the evening has in store: channeling Coco Chanel with a Ouija board? An adorable pillow fight? A Hangover-style bacchanal, complete with zoo animals? We'll never know.

The gang created high-fashion looks in the attempt to win an unprecedented $20K prize, but when an additional ready-to-wear challenge was sprung on them some people got thrown off their game.

While her dress was on the runway, Gretchen congratulated herself: "I love the side slit action--holla!" She was the only designer to be shown praising her own clothes. Ha, the editors hate her. That will never get old.

Tim tells Gretchen to remember that she's a leader -- as if she needs the reminder; Gretchen's ego is more inflated than Heidi Montag's boobs these days.

Remember when Mondo couldn't make any friends and was crying in his leather bar outfit? And then Michael C. became such a sad pariah? And now they are BFF and no, I'm not crying. It's just raining... on my face.

Heidi tells the gang that they have new models and quite a task ahead of them, and sure enough out come 11 women in hideous satin gowns.

Team Ego decides on menswear-inspired womenswear in a palette of camel, while the Loser's Club selects military and lace. It is so on, you guys. It's going to be like Annie Hall fighting a gay soldier to the death.

Out on the runway at the begining of this week's episode, Heidi emerges carrying MY FAVORITE BAG OF ALL TIME. Yes! It is crazy hat day on Project Runway, y'all.

As the boys leave their apartment, someone says, "I hope the limo's ready," to which someone else quips, "The short bus is more like it." They said it, not me.

The challenge is to create a single look that tells the audience in a very brief glance who the Marie Claire woman is. I can tell you in one sentence: A woman who cannot find Vogue, Elle, InStyle, or Glamour at the newsstand.

The new 90 minute format means I will have to summarize in places to keep from staying up all night -- my stamina, which has been eroding on a par with Mickey Rourke's face since Season 6, is no match for a Supersized ProjRun).

I'm probably going to start calling this season Project Runway: Eight is Enough as soon as the novelty has worn off after ten minutes or two cocktails, whichever comes first. But I love it, you see, so I can't let it go.

Papa Gunn got on the tramp, denied Emilio hugs, and bonded with Filipinos. Jay and Mila engaged in a runway walk-off to the death, like in Zoolander but with less espionage and fewer wedgies.