I live in a fantasy world. Fictional characters in fictional situations make me happy.
That being said, even a well-written, well-executed and generally fucking awesome 1 hour drama such as House can rarely survive 7 seasons without beginning to suck just a little.
…well, monday, it started to suck a little less.
And, yes, it was only in the last 10 or so minutes of the show that the aforementioned happened. And yes, it was merely because ‘ole man vicodin came back into the mix.
I love drugs. So, I’m not the most objective.
But fuck it.
Everyone loves a relapse.
…or maybe that’s just me.
I ♥ drugs… what can I say?
A short diatribe brought to you from the folks at 23rd street.