Today will be almost as good as tomorrow

It is a little frightening how excited I am that The OC starts tonight. It really is sick that I seem to think I am a teenager with my twisted devotion to the fictional lives of rich high school students in California. That being said, I don't care. I love the kids, I love the clothes, I love the underaged drinking and the fighting and the sex. I want Seth Cohen to come and live at my house. Add this to my obsession to Lost and my fascination with Desperate Housewives, and I have totally given up on watching anything intelligent on television. Well, except the West Wing, but that seems a little tame with no scary monsters or housewife suicides. I have been sucked in. You should here me explaining to the dog that he cannot go outside until Lost is over because if I tear my gaze away for even one minute, I might miss something, so he might as well stop crying and watch the show. I don't even move or flip channels during commercials. Some days I really fear for my mental health.

The only problem with me camping in front of the tv with my popcorn and leftover halloween candy tonight is that we are having a big family party for relatives that are here from New Zealand. While I do like my family, I am trying to figure out a reason why I have to stay in my room, in front of the tv and not speak to anyone until the OC is over. That is probably not going to fly so I am going to have to tape and watch it later. It's just not going to be the same. Oh well, the sacrifices I make so that Christine and I will have places to stay when we go to New Zealand next year. (2 possibly 3 already Christine! And Alec has promised to take us sailing too. And I have a list of wineries.)

ONE MORE DAY UNTIL MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! And don't even bother asking how old I am - I will just lie.