...of CSI:NY. First season? I was there. I could recite some of those episodes. I shipped Smacked like FedEx. Second season? Mac lost the ties, I was still there. By the time Mac woke up with Peyton, meh, I was kind of over it. Last season I don't think I even watched all the episodes because by 9:00 I was, like, half asleep.
This season? Danny's paralyzed, Mac's all pouty for no reason, Stella and Adam are sleeping together, and that overachieving chick from Shark is cleaning crime scenes?
Ugh. Remember Aiden? Remember when it was all dark and cool and Mac and Stella had a shot with each other?
I'm going to go watch my DVDs.
(Well, no, that's not true. I'm going to bed probably. Because it's, like, ten o'clock.)