1. I can't watch it anymore. All that Chuck-related-stuff is getting under my skin. Today it was near-tears. I'm sure it won't be long before I'm trying to stay afloat.

2. Some men are islands. Maybe they choose to be. [Maybe not, but objectively I would have to say they do.] Maybe this is the reason for the first point.

3. I'm in front rows of a one man show and it doesn't seem to have a close [or happy] ending. It's just a matter of time before I have a mental breakdown of my own or I start spending most of my time in woods.

[At least when I had problems, I didn't eat everything I got my hands on one day and yell I didn't eat anything another. And I admitted I needed help. Not now though.]