I finished watching season 2 of 24 last night. Sure, it meant sacrificing a little more sleep, but I had to know what happened next. I don't know how I'm going to deal with only seeing this show one hour at time once season 3 starts. I felt totally immersed in their world last night -- this show makes me incredibly paranoid -- and this morning I feel ... bereft. Alone. Who's going to save us if not Jack? Who's going to fuck up but totally take it on the chin later if not Tony? Who's going to have a fetching flushed and guilty look at all times if not Michelle? Who's going to act like a complete ninny if not Kim?
My life does seem really boring after watching this show, now that you mention it. And, yes, I do sound like a raving lunatic. But, no, I'm not going into therapy. I have my blog and season 3 is just around the corner. I'll be fine.
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