TV is my crack

The term is now in full swing. I always used to think my teachers were exaggerating when, even though they'd barely begun teaching, they'd say they were already at least a week behind. Hello, revelation. I don't even know how I'm going to finish up the material required for the first quiz in time for them to take the first quiz. They'll kill me if I don't, though, so I've gotta forge on ahead. Sigh. It doesn't help any I've been hit by another attack of demotivation. The only thing I wanna do is sit and watch TV. Seriously. Supernatural third season - loving it. Everything's been upped a notch, which I love. Also, I just wanna nibble on Dean's lower lip so much. Yum. Sammy's pretty adorable too. Wouldn't mind getting a sandwich with those two, if you catch my drift. Hahaha. I'm also totally in love with Pushing Daisies. Chuck and Ned are just too cute. You wouldn't think a weird, Amelie-style "forensic fairytale" about a guy who can bring the dead back to the life would have such spirit and character - and humor - but it does, in spades. I can't get enough. And Psych. I have to mention Psych. One reason I watch is so I can count the number of 80s' references they make, just so I can go, "I get that! I get that, that's from my generation!" And because it's laugh-out-loud funny. A guy pretending to be a psychic detective - what's not to love? God, I hope the writers' strike gets resolved soon! I need my fixes. TV is like crack, if you really think about it. And I don't. 

Final thought: TV is the crack of the masses.