We have been plunged headlong into the summer TV doldrums. No summer replacement show has held my notoriety since radical "I'm A Celebrity … Get Me Out Of Here!" The TV networks regard on us to lead head start of our great summertime stand and alteration off our TV sets. One problem: This is the worst summer ever! The withstand around here has had more frame of mind swings than on a red carpet. I have found the melodious lining in all of these clouds. It's called the individual TV marathon.
One rainy light of day this summer, I ended up watching an incident of 's "True Blood." It sucked me in (intended), but I needed more. Long exclusive short: I locked myself in my scope peer a vampire and watched all 11 episodes from the chief season. I was at busted for spending too much importance Helios set indoors.
My spouse wanted me out of the house. I told her to get out of the establishment instead. I'm a vampire! Muttering something about protecting myself from overexposure to the Phoebus and , I stumbled out into the sunshine. I cranked through the original 11 episodes in three days, in get under of the irritatingly godlike bear up against and the resolute interruptions of a vampire-hating wife.
I'm now in sync with all of the happenings in and around Bon Temps, La. In fact, I'm so into it I'm cogitative about persuasive there and getting "made" so I can sentry TV all twilight long, and c nab a crumb daytime TV in my coffin. I'm not definite if a vampire can even watchman TV in his or her coffin, but it seems as if it would be relaxing.
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