This is not about being rewarded with joy for watching quality entertainment, and this isn't about Nielson boxes we don't have, this is because we're all too girly bullshit scared to take out a razor blade and start cutting for attention.
Quit if you're healthy, don't quit if you're bored because sooner or later if you sit there in front of the tv in your superman jammies cheering to exploits of Clark and Lois like you're watching football, all your friends and family will gather together to give you that intervention you've been aiming for, and then kick back and enjoy the party.
I mean shit, if they won't get off their ass for your birthday any more maybe the apparent seemingness of your complete mental collapse might light a fire under the collective asses of your loved ones and blow some love and tenderness in your direction.
Though I have been thinking about upping the ante since 9 and a 1/2 years now hasn't raised an eye brow or furrowed a brow on any one. Motherfuckers. I might have to start asking people to call me Superman.
No.
That just sounds like a sex thing.
okay.
I'll then demand my inner circle call me Lois.
Yes.
So that's the plan.
Every one synchronize your decent into madness and report back when we've achieved our mission objectives.
Sweet.