Dear T.V.,
It’s not you, it’s me.
I need a break.
I’ve spent a lot of time with you lately. And I thank you for making time for me. We share a lot of things together. We laugh, we investigate, and sometimes I almost cry with you. You’ve been a really good friend, but I think we both know that we’re a little unhealthy for each other. I mean, I know I’m willing to admit that you can be for me.
Like last year, I NEVER saw you…and I’m still alive. Will it be hard to not know what’s going on with my friends over at How I Met Your Mother, and not get the bad guy with my partners at NCIS? Yeah. I’ll even miss chasing the psychos with the BAU, trying to change the future with the folks on FlashForward. And oh so many other things. But I think this is best for us. Maybe I’ll appreciate you more, and be a little more selective about the time we spend together.
So, my dear, dear friend, starting Monday I’ll see you in 40 days. I hope that you stay safe during that time.
Lots of love,
David
P.S. I’ll check you out during the Super Bowl.
