How The X-Files Took Over My Life
It all started last Saturday, almost a week ago. I'd been trying to acquire Season 1 of the X-files for some time, and on Saturday that finally worked out. When the show was on, I'd been a moderate fan: I watched it, but not until the very end. I was interested to see how it started, and even more interested in looking at David Duchovny. So, that Saturday, I started watching. I watched all day. Sunday, too. It was probably Monday that I finished Season 1 and started in on Season 2. By then I was hooked. I've stayed up every night until 3 o'clock just watching episode after episode. I'm actually trying to do schoolwork so I can watch The X-files without having to worry about work that isn't getting done. But that isn't all. The show has really started infiltrating my life. For starters, I now want to work for the FBI. But that's just the tip of the iceberg. I answer the phone using only my last name. Every time I enter a room, I look around to make sure no one is hiding or lurking, ready to jump out and attempt to kill me. I go on the Internet and look for real life Lone Gunmen-- maybe they'd treat me like Scully. I've had dreams about David Duchovny. I even devised a plan to figure out who Deep Throat is. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go. Last night I ended on a cliffhanger.