left-handed wanders

My Sunday nights are not the same.

Imagine me trying to sleep on a Sunday night—no, that was uncalled for.

Let me just say that for me it is hard. Sundays are weird. It makes me mushy and I just can’t sleep, sometimes.

And now my Sundays are worse.

I’m sure you have experienced being surprised at something you normally encounter suddenly disappearing. And I am also sure that you have experienced waiting for something that never shows up. It was all these for the past two Sundays.

is gone.

I have only watched four episodes and its now gone.

I’ve only started to like it and it goes off the air.

Imagine me waiting for it for the rest of the day and only seeing Oprah.

Oprah!

Oprah and the damn education-in-America-is-crappy episodes.

For two Sundays Part I and Part II.

And when I googled for it, it was nowhere on Starworld’s line up of shows.

Great.

And I’ve only found out that the episodes I watched were already in the fourth season.

The last episode I watched was the season finale.

No!

And now I’ll always think about wanting to watch all seasons of it.

I wish I had BBC2.

Or a job and a credit card.

so i could buy this.

(Tita can you buy this for me? Send it on Christmas or on my birthday)

The show is just damn funny.

It made my Sunday nights this summer.

Oh well.

At least there is Grey’s Anatomy.

Oh the season finale was last week.

What the hell am I supposed to watch tomorrow?