Age and I are hitting the Lent slopes

That's right, Lent in the fall! Oslo in the summertime. Breakfast for dinner. I'm at the top of the mountain and the ride down isn't looking so bad. It's easier when you have a sponsor, like in AA. It'll be interesting to see how long I can last, but I know I'll eventually break down and give in. Curiosity is natural, isn't it? If I'm stalking people I don't even care about, am I really going to stop stalking the ones I (foolishly) do care about? Or maybe I can. I don't know. The real question here is... can I give up Gossip Girl and The Hills? Oh man. I may be in too deep right there, past the point of recovery. Who can resist Chuck Bass's permanent sinister gaze or Serena's slight speech impediment, or Blaire's round peasant-like face? See, that's exactly what I'm talking about. (Not the TV show.) But how can you erase things from your memory, and is remembering the same as missing something? Who knows. I will, I'm sure, but not for awhile.