Feb 23, 2009 23:05
Dear DVD Player,
If I could just begin with a spirited "fuck you", it would really set the tone for the rest of this letter. I find it... shall we say really fucking annoying that you've chosen to cop out on me halfway through the Psych season finale. It is an inconvenience, and I really must call you out on it.
Now I realize we've had a rocky relationship in the past. I mean, you're always bailing on me at the worst possible times, and you're constantly being very inconsiderate of my time and feelings. I'll acknowledge that I am not always the most patient person when it comes to dealing with you, but I would say that I've been fairly understanding in the past.
But during the Psych season finale? When Shawn's going up against a damn serial killer? I mean, really, you couldn't have picked a worse time to have a mental breakdown! I get it; sometimes you're overworked, you need a rest, you're feeling a bit indignant. It;s understandable. But this is Psych we're talking about, Psych you're messing with. Please... have some mercy! Give me a break!
Your weakness is forcing me to set my alarm for 9 tomorrow morning, at which point I will trek over to school and watch the rest of the episode. I hold you entirely responsible for my sleep deprivation, and I hope you know I won't be forgetting this anytime soon.
Signed,
Me
technology woes,
psych,
stress