I'd taped the ten hours of The Pacific, intending to watch them when I had a chance.
Saturdays are my day off with Linda working, and if I want to watch a show or movie that I know Linda doesn't want to watch, I'll sometimes pop one in. But I really save up watching the boob tube until evenings, usually, so I try not to get carried away.
I'd planned to redo that Black Book of the store yesterday, after intending to do it the weekend before, but first...I thought....I'll pop in the first hour of The Pacific.
9 hours later, I'd watched all 10 episodes, fast-forwarding the credits and re-caps.
Now here's where I could comment on the show: It was Great.
But instead, I'm going to comment on my addictive personality. This was the equivalent of staying up until 4:00 A.M. reading a good book. I try not to do that anymore. In fact, I try to stay away from most addictive substances -- alcohol, drugs, video games, anything that's too much fun, heh.
When I watch these more realistic war shows, I'm thankful I missed my generation's war by getting a high draft number -- and sobered by the sacrifice of those who didn't.
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