I'm down with the flu and when I'm sick, I can’t spend all day sleeping. I just feel worse and sluggish and bored. So I read, watch movies, or dig into my Google Reader pile (huhu, why do you have to "retire," my dear Reader?). But last Sunday night, I had nothing: nothing new to read, nothing old I want to re-read, no movies in my hard drive, and the worst, no Internet. So I turned to the TV for
What do you know, The Walking Dead was on Fox, just a few minutes into the latest episode. I'd seen it already, but you know when The Notebook comes on and you immediately put down the remote in the name of Ryan Gosling? Exactly.
I'd seen every twist of the Governor's hunt for Andrea, but my second viewing still gave me the chills. I knew the Governor was going to (SPOILER ALERT) catch Andrea just when she thought she was home free, but I still jumped when he popped up, almost spilling the hot calamansi juice I was nursing on my lap.