So what? It's new to me...

Morning.

One minute I'm peacefully enjoying my ritualistic water, recliner and TBS Sex and the City rerun... LOVING the fact that Big is hating married life and wanting Carrie back. And suddenly, homegirl goes and gives it up! Carrie cheats on Aidan while he's refinishing her floors. I was jilted. Aghast! To be truthful, I couldn't get it out of my head all day.

Night.

So instead of waiting, like any normal person would... for the following episodes to play out on TBS or to come through on my Netflix... I rushed out to Blockbuster and rented the following 8 episodes. Uncut. I think I'm obsessed.

Surprise! I'm back on back on the recliner, surrounded by everything I might ever need to never leave this thing again... Red wine, bottled smartwater, chapstick, cuddly mutts, crackberry, laptop, remote, throw, and of course my would-be-blind-without glasses.

It's just me and the City. And the Sex. For the next 18 hours. If I'm unresponsive, I'm not dead.

Update.

It is now Friday, midday. And I've made it through my little sloth-filled marathon. No, I'm not proud. And stop staring down your nose at me.

If you must know, my night of complete vegetation was bliss. And I am now fighting my every urge to go pick up the start of Season 5 just to see more of how the crack I've come to call Big and Carrie's relationship evolves. In fact, I've upped my Netflix from one disc at a time to two. Yes. It's come to this. And you can bet your ass the next disc that will grace my mail box will include Big and his smug little smirk.