I tend to get obsessive about things. A lot of times it's a tv show; at the moment, it's Veronica Mars, but it's been any number of things in the past (Les Mis, Jesus Christ Superstar, the recent adaptation of Jane Eyre, etc.). Anyway, last night I was having dinner with Becca, Harlan, and Amy, and the conversation turned, as it inevitably does, to the Lincoln assassination. (OK, it probably winds up there inevitably because I'm involved with the conversation. But seriously, what doesn't relate to it?) I was all, "What? I'm past that now. It's still interesting and all, but I'm past that!" And I was totally called out on it. My obsessions never go away. They just fade in intensity a bit.
Which was almost immediately illustrated when Harlan brought up The Office, which he described as, I believe, "emotional." And one he mentioned "Casino Night," all I could do was sigh and giggle and be all, "Jim!"
I cannot believe I'm 29. This isn't normal.
(But really. Jim? Is awesome.)
Posted by Barb at February 21, 2008 09:56 PM | TrackBack