Right now I'm obsessed with True Blood, the new HBO series based on Charlaine Harris's "urban" fantasy/mystery/romances. Sunday night, time must be set aside to watch this show, no matter what. Fire, flood, deadlines, rushing to the ER, doesn't matter. I. . . must . . . watch.
I've been reading the books since they first came out. I already know what happens and who does what to whom. I quibble about some of the things I didn't think they translated well from the books, I even complain. So why am I so adamant about snapping on the TV every Sunday at 6 (my time)? I even added HBO to my cable so I could see this show.
It's not like I don't have a life or anything else to do. I have plenty to keep me busy, books to write, a husband with a fractured wrist, demanding cats, parents who need me. (I don't include cleaning the house . . . )
I guess I'm just giving in once in a while to pure enjoyment.
So . . . what's your obsession? What will you do week in week out without fail? When you know deep down inside you don't really need to do it? But you just . . . can't . . . stop . . .