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.