Better start making popcorn

I've got 93 items in my Netflix queue, people.

NINETY-THREE.

Holy cow. I'm going to have to live to be 185 years old just to get through them all.

And that's even before adding Foyle's War, the next show my friends have ordered advised me to watch.

Punched in the gut by television

Just finished watching "The 23rd Psalm." Oh WOW, what an episode! I almost cried!

(Wish they'd quit with the sudden loud noises out of nowhere, though. I HATE sudden loud noises. No matter how obvious it is that they're coming, and how hard I try to brace myself for them, they make me jump every time.)