Oh it Hurts

The West Wing Marathon finished just over an hour ago and whoever says that spending two days sitting on a couch watching TV is easy, is wrong. It's very hard. I have a splitting headache, I'm battling depression and having a severe self-worth crisis and I'm probably suffering massive internal hemorrhaging. I'm just glad it wasn't an OC, or worse yet Big Brother, marathon. I'm glad it was a show I liked.

I'm off to Coles to buy some Coke and some Panadol. That should be good in the short term.