that's what FRIENDS are for

It’s been almost a week without cable. You have no idea how much of a torment that is for a couch potato like me, having my life ruled by the Food Network, Star World’s Monday Night Laughs, Seinfeld and Friends re-runs, Amazing Race, Letterman and O’Brien, Sunday CSI marathon, ETC, 2nd Avenue and Deutsche World. Sundays without Barefoot Contessa is like a day without rice. I know it’s such a bratty thing to say having had electricity since Thursday midnight but having no cable has never made me feel so deprived. Everytime I go home, all I have to do is look at the lobby guard to get a default respond, “ma’am, wala pa pong cable eh.”. I bet the poor guy feels awfully sorry for me everytime. Apart from the drinking and the drinking and the drinking after work since going home has never been so futile, I end up blissfully drowning myself with all the friends dvd’s I have, all 10 glorious seasons. Pathetic as it may sound, I practically “friends” myself to sleep. It’s become a verb that I virtually live off it. Strangely enough, I find myself laughing like I'm seeing the episodes for the first time, but with me mouthing every word.   Although of course, it goes without saying that I’ve probably seen each episode at least, AT LEAST 4 times. Except for those that I enormously love --- thanksgivings, flashbacks, “messers become the messees”, which I’ve seen at least 10 times. I don’t even need to put the reasons why I’m dreadfully fixated to it on paper. Friends is on while I surf online, while I do iPhoto slideshows, while I eat, while I take a shower, while I fix my clothes for work the next day, while I flirt on sms, while I read On the Road, while I look outside the window, while I reminisce on the other episodes. I’m sick. Very very sick. Sky Cable’s just gonna have to reimburse all the shrink fees I’m about to spend. Cable better resume soon before I start getting myself a duck.