Friday, November 1, 2013

The Regal Touch

I have an addiction. It's been going on for years. Just when I think I've cast it off, it comes back with a vengeance.

My addiction is The West Wing.

I've watched so much lately that I've had several dreams related to it. Last night's was the most peculiar of a very peculiar lot.

I dreamed that I was Josh, and that POTUS was coming to visit. I was wearing pyjama shorts, which felt indecent; so, I did what any normal person would do - I stripped my bed. I wrapped my doona cover around me like a skirt (taking the doona out first) and then I put my pillowcase around my shoulders. You know, for a regal touch. Then, I walked out to the living room. Then, I woke up.

That is all.

(I still haven't made my bed).


  1. I hear you. I too suffer from this addiction. I'm currently undertaking a 12-step program. Perhaps you would be interested in joining us for a meeting?

  2. Seriously rolling on the floor laughing right now!
    I, too, suffer from a West Wing addiction. Last year I watching the whole series twice - I started from the start again as soon as I'd finished it the first time!