Tonight is bittersweet: season finale of Mad Men. I haven't watched it yet, it's saved on DVR. Just like that half-sick-to-your-stomach you used to get on the last night of summer before school starts, or the feeling that some of you still get on Sunday evenings before it's time to go back to work, that's the feeling I get when the season finale of Mad Men rolls around. I don't want it to end. But I know it must. Truth be told, there are only 13 hours of Mad Men produced each year, which means I can only spend 0.015% of my life watching episodes of Mad Men that I have never seen before. I wish something closer to 10% was possible, but it simply isn't. So I have to take my 0.015% and do the best I can. And unfortunately for me, I only have one hour of Mad Men bliss left until it's back to another 9 months of waiting, patiently, for my drug to go back on the corner.
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