tore-chur
What I really want to do is go home, curl up on the couch, and catch up on the new fall premieres that I seemed to have missed in the last two weeks. Except, tonight is a whole new slew of fall premieres (HELLO Grey’s Anatomy, and The Office). What’s a girl to do?
The Fall TV season used to be for me what the Superbowl is to a lot of chip-dip-and-buffalo-wing-eating, commercial-watching people across the country. I counted down the days until the first new show aired, and from there it was like a locomotive picking up speed as new shows and old favorites made their way into my channel line-up little heart.
Oh TV, I miss you.
The way I see it, I *have* to watch at least those two shows tonight, and catch up on the rest by the end of the weekend. If I don’t, then very soon I won’t have the comfort and security of thinking - eh, let the DVR get it, I’ll catch it later. Must make room on the DVR!
It’s like my email inbox: I cannot stand to have it cluttered and under no circumstances are there to be unread messages in there. I’m just obsessive-compulsive particular like that.
