For reasons I don't understand, I've been waking up really early. Like 5am early.
Instead of spending two hours staring at the ceiling like I usually do, I figured, fuck it.
I got up and got a shower.
Much like Gavin, I have a really specific hair routine. And mine involves at least 30 minutes of air drying so my leave-in conditioner can fully work it's magic. Normally, I spend these 30 minutes watching television, but what the hell is on at the break of dawn? I'm sure as shit not watching The Nanny, I don't care what it means for my coiffure.
Turn on your TV at 6:30am and you'll be met with the wonderful world of paid programming. Did you know you can buy a full-body girdle from the Food Newtork channel? How appropriate.
Anyway, my only options seemed to be "My Super Sweet 16" and "Third Watch."
I've already seen every single "MSS16."
Third Watch is was.
I took notes.
7:11am: I can't believe I'm watching a lesser ambulance-based drama.
7:23am: I love Bobby Cannavale.
7:31am: No, I really mean it. I love Bobby.
7:39am: I think I need to contact him.
7:45am: This is the greatest show I've ever seen in my life.
7:59am: I am now crying.
My hair air-dryed a full 60 minutes. But it was worth it. Seriously, Third Watch. Who knew?