It's Sunday afternoon around 1:45pm. I am still wearing my glasses, the fugliest (and most comfy) sweatshirt of all time, and my favorite pink sweatpants. Masala has still not been taken for a walk despite the afternoon hour, which has never happened in his 2 year life.
You see, my life has gone to shit ever since I started watching True Blood. This weekend was supposed to be productive at both work and home, due to being gone 3 days last weekend in West Palm Beach and being gone 3 days this upcoming week in Raleigh for a work conference. But the True Blood. . .I cannot stop watching.
Now I'm all out of episodes, when I thought there were 14, not 12, and at a loss for what to do. I'm an addict without a fix. If only Lafayette lived around here, I bet he could hook a sister up.
Things I have neglected while "using":
* Masala
* A stack of files almost 2 feet high at work
* Gym
* Dirty kitchen
* Grocery shopping
* Laundry, laundry, laundry
* Sweeping
* Bathing
* Sleeping
* Football
* Friends
2 comments:
I was all excited, thinking you were addicted to the show "v." Because I haven't watched it yet. Might I recommend Big Love? Or Flight of the Conchords? Either of these seem worthy ways to fill the void.
I laughed out loud about your sweatshirt comment. I have a visual of its glory, but I think I need an actual picture please. Please, please.
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