I think I'm sick. Or in the least I've been drugged. That's the only explanation I can come up with for the things I've done in the past week. On Sunday I taped Alias as I usually do, but instead of watching it later that night, which I usually do, I instead put it off until the next day. And not just the next day, I didn't watch it until late the next night. What the hell is wrong with me?
Ok, fine. I was ready to write that off as just me being tired or having stuff to do. (haha not really) But then on Wednesday, I ... as usual, taped The O.C. AND DIDN'T WATCH IT UNTIL THE NEXT NIGHT. Maybe I'm dying.
That has to be it. How else would you explain my becoming weaned off television? Delaying watching Alias AND The O.C.? Completely unheard of. Not me. Not Nola. Who has been addicted to television since before I was probably even born. When I was 11 I had the TV schedule memorized. Catching the bus home from school, my friends would always ask me what was on that night, and I'd recite the entire night's schedule like an automated TV Guide. I'm THAT addicted. Which is why I'm so completely worried about myself. Could it be? Am I growing up?
God help me, I think I am. Where's Peter Pan when you need him?
To make matters worse, I'm going to bed early tonight. 1am. Granted I have a job interview tomorrow at 10, but still ... I don't usually hit the sack until the sun is up and I hear humanity stirring.
Plus didn't you hear what I said? A job interview? I think I'm going to throw up. Responsibility, maturing, adulthood. God my nightmares are coming true. Next thing you know I'll be in a committed relationship and talking about the future.
I know I should have made that pact with the devil. [Ok fine, I don't believe in him either, but you tell me who that guy was trying to get me to buy stock in Martha Stewart Inc.]
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