I accept it. I embrace it. I don't want to let it go.
I'm hooked on...the Gilmore Girls.
Yes, I'm a latter day fan. I know it's been out there for seventeen years and never before did I have so much as a whiff of interest in it. And yet...through the miracle of Netflix, I have become addicted to the exploits of Lorelai, Rory, Luke, Suki, Lane, Michel, Emily, Richard, Paris, Kirk and all of the other characters who live in Stars Hollow.
I know it's a TV show. I know I could be doing so many other intellectually stimulating things, like watching CNN or reading a history book or inventing something that will save civilization, but I just can't seem to help myself.
I enjoy the hell out of this TV show.
In my defense, I did not get hooked on Downton Abbey. Or Game of Thrones. Or CSI (Las Vegas, Miami, or New York). Although, of course, with reruns as easily accessible as they are, it's never too late.
I believe Mr. Ginley is hoping my little obsession will run its course soon. Without commercials, each show runs about 45 minutes. Lately, I've been watching two shows each night, mostly on my Kindle.
Yes, it's a waste of time. No, I really can't justify it.
Still, I enjoy the hell out of it.
And, honestly, with all that's going on out there in the big, bad world, a little escapism is a real blessing.
Pour me another cup of coffee, will ya, Luke?
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