I love TV.
I love TV more than other people.
I love the people in my TV shows.
I root for them, cry with them, fight beside them.
I am incorrigible this way.
Saying goodbye to Constantine of pop-farm extravaganza American Idol was difficult. Abrupt like a car crash, I wasn't prepared for the the silence that followed the rolling credits. How will I survive my Wednesday nights without his smoldering eyes and devilish scowl?
CSI.
My Thursday nights?
Lost.
Still, sigh. Paula Abdul crying was funny though. She's a certified nut. Last season's nail infection must have gone up her blood stream, to her tiny, bubbly head.
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