Thanks to the blizzard in the Northeast, my flight back to New York was canceled. My visit with the folksters was extended by four days.
Thanks to the many bugs flying around and the chill of the season, I got sick. The kind of sick where your teeth hurt and all of you aches and the GD pills aren't ever going to kick in.
My mother teased me as I lay in bed encouraging me to call my friends and complain about being sick and stuck at home.
I couldn't even do that.
What I was able to do was watch TV on the internet. Sometimes the same episode over and over again. I would drop off the sleep, wake up having lost my place, unable to remember the ending and try again.
Thanks to Netflix for enabling this.
Thanks to KL, who told me that she has been watching, I watched the whole season of "Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip."
I watched the show when it came out. I remember being totally entranced and heartbroken when it was canceled.
On viewing, years later, it's breath-taking.
The first time around I was struck by Amanda Peet's turn as Jordan McDeere. She's smart, brave, impossible and so so winning.
This time around, I am besotted with Matt Albie. It's love. Matthew Perry was so good. Wow. So So Good. How could I possibly have not noticed just how dreamy he was?
I might buy the DVD boxed set and keep my TV on the Studio 60 channel for a while.
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