Up past my bedtime...
...and reflecting on the fact that I watch too much television.
It's true. I live for September premieres. And sweeps (yay November and May!!).
But the true marker of me watching too much television is my irritation with a recurring fantasy that usually involves ripped clothing and being hoisted upon washing machines.
(Ok, so it's really not an irritation. How can your own personal "Desperate Housewives"-esqe daydream be an irritation?)
Unfortunately, my fascination with the art/business of tv keeps me glued to the couch on Sunday nights and the DVR working overtime on Thursdays.
And it's 1:30 in the morning. I really need to go to bed now.
It's true. I live for September premieres. And sweeps (yay November and May!!).
But the true marker of me watching too much television is my irritation with a recurring fantasy that usually involves ripped clothing and being hoisted upon washing machines.
(Ok, so it's really not an irritation. How can your own personal "Desperate Housewives"-esqe daydream be an irritation?)
Unfortunately, my fascination with the art/business of tv keeps me glued to the couch on Sunday nights and the DVR working overtime on Thursdays.
And it's 1:30 in the morning. I really need to go to bed now.
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