I seriously can’t think of a SINGLE THING to write about today… other than Prison Break.
And precious few of you care to hear any more about it.
I’m obsessed. Absolutely, 100% obsessed. I watched all of Season 3 last weekend, and I think there’s a very good chance that I could be done Season 4 before this coming weekend is over.
And then it will be all finished.
It frightens me to think of a future without Michael Scofield in it. I have no idea what I’m going to do with myself.
I’m trying to stall, but I’ve been unsuccessful. I watch three – sometimes four, even five – episodes every evening. I’ve started skipping Sens games in favour of my favourite ex-cons. I even missed the big comeback win the other night. I hustle through my exercises after work, using Prison Break as my reward… “Stick with it, almost done – then you get to spend time with Michael…”
It’s more than a little ridiculous. I’m well aware.
And it’s never more apparent to me than when I sit down to right a blog post and I can’t think of anything else to write about.
I also can’t really even discuss what’s happening right now (and OMG so much is happening right now!!!! I feel like my head might explode!!!), because my dear friend Lindsay is watching it too, and I can’t spoil any of the surprises for her. At one point, she was a full season ahead of me, and I was begging her to slow down so I could catch up and we could talk about it. And she did. I think we were on the same page for, like… a day.
Now? I’m a full season ahead of her. And if she asked me to slow up so that she could catch up to me? I’d tell her to go fly a kite. I just.can’t.stop.
Bad friend. I know.
Seriously in need of an intervention.