After two tragic losses in the comedy world (Robin William and Joan Rivers), Dish had to regroup and soul-search. I read some Pema, tried The Artist's Way again, and worked my way through The Goldfinch. What is the meaning of life? Why do worthwhile people die? Can I really survive on Pain Quotidien mini-espresso cakes? What's the point of going outside when everything can come to you? Can Candy Crush be considered therapy and can I buy more games using my Health Savings account?
I did so much to chase away these deep, often morose thoughts. First and foremost, there is the TG obsession and mood-booster. Like, I could watch the back of his head for an entire movie. Look how he is watching 21 Jump Street. He has no idea I take covert pictures, like this. I'm in so much trouble if he sees this. I have thousands of these.
Shows I'm considering ditching: Grey's Anatomy. Shark jumped, maybe even before Christina left. I stopped caring after the plane crash. Nashville--also sucking with Rayna and Luke, who are as sizzling as my extremities in any season (I have lifeless cold hands). I remain only because I want Juliette to tell Avery she's knocked up with his baby.
Shows I'm watching: Homeland. I can't get enough of my Carrie and Saul. The Affair. Call it the lure of another movie poster with people seductively in the water. Lisa Rinna and Gail O'Grady did it best! There's also Pacey from Dawson's Creek, Dominic West and Maura Tierney. I love that these people have jobs and the storyline itself sucks you in, even if it's dark and derivative. I love forbidden love that ends in tragedy (on television/movies/books only).
And now back to The Voice...and watching TG's hair move as he laughs.