I know this is a tv blog, but I just have to take a minute and say the fire alarms at preschool are an absolute drain. When those little munchkins are supposed to down for naptime but instead are barefoot and shivering outside, wailing because a terrifyingly loud noise woke them up, that really puts a special kind of spin on the rest of your day. Especially when the whole time you’re out there, one little girl is clutching onto her crotch, desperate to pee. Thankfully we were let back inside before any accidents happened, but man. It is 6:30 and I am down for the count. I may have just had a day off yesterday, but I am already sorely in need of another.
I don’t know about you, but I spent my Veteran’s Day holed up in my house in my pjs with nothing around me but cocoa, soup, craft projects, and hulu. And it was awesome. I have finally started this season of Arrow. I have caught up with iZombie. And I’ve made my cuts for the season.
It turns out, I have a bit of a problem with letting go. I don’t do it very well. I really struggle with actually breaking up with a show. Half the time, I’ll quit a show halfway through its run – with real, legitimate reasons for not getting enjoyment out of the show – and then like half a season later, that show is back on my catch-up list. And new shows are no different. I make a list before the season starts of all the shows I’m interested in, and then even if I never watch them or watch and don’t like them, there’s this lingering feeling of wanting to try again.