I think I’m an addict.
Seriously, I’ve never been interested in pop-tv before. I would watch Friends once in a while, and Simpsons was a cool show, but there has never been any TV series that I have set my watch by, or made sure that I was able to watch every single week.
Then, Leanne gave me the first season of Sex and the City.
It took me a full week before I even bothered to put the DVD in my player. I was seriously skeptical, and would go so far as to say that I didn’t even like the first few episodes. But idle curiosity kept me going, and I thought, “It could get better.”
I wouldn’t really say it got better. It just got stuck. I couldn’t turn it off. I watched the whole first season in two days, and tonight I went out and rented seasons 2 and 3.
Ok, total weird moment. I’m enjoying my post, and enjoying writing…and I think I hear my cell phone.
…And, after an hour, I’m back.
That was Raena, and I haven’t posted everything that was going on, but things are sort of cleared up.
Things are sort of messed up. I don’t know. I need to go to bed.