mad men.

I know that I am not the only one that waits until a television series is nearly over before she begins watching.  Then the bender ensues.  I'm currently taking a momentary break from said bender.  Mad Men is my drink of choice. Speaking of drink....holy drinks and smokes and sexism.  I keep finding myself wondering if it's a true depiction of the early 1960s.  If so, we have moved along on the ole evolution continuum.

But, let's talk about Don Draper.  He's complicated.  He isn't totally likable, yet I see these moments where he redeems himself.  In true MM fashion, I have started referring to him as sweetheart and eye candy.  

                                      

I'm only on Season 2 and I'm already up way past my bedtime.

day one.

And so I begin.  I think.  ALOT.  My college roommate caught me sitting silently in our dorm room. She asked me what I was doing.  When I replied that I was just thinking, her face said it all.  I am not like her.  I've learned that I'm not unlike many others. She just didn't understand me. Thinking is one of my favorite past times.  Except when it forces me to check the leaking faucet too many times. Then it looks a little more like I am OCD, but, alas, I am not.  I think.

My other thing to do is observe, collect, share stories.  It makes me happy to see the world and all of its charm, sadness, silliness, and love.  I am ready to put them down with keyboard and screen.