Blake Schwendiman's Blog and Blook

I am unfortunately old enough to remember the Huey Lewis and the News song entitled I Want a New Drug. What makes me mention that is my experience watching 24 each week. Huey sang about seeking a new drug that would give him all of the positive feelings (in this case of being with his true love) without all the negative side effects usually associated with other drugs (which I assumed he used when writing this horrid tune):

I want a new drug
One that won't make me sick
One that won't make me crash my car
Or make me feel three feet thick
I want a new drug
One that won't hurt my head
One that won't make my mouth too dry
Or make my eyes too red

If you happen to be familiar with the song, I'm sorry I've now got it stuck in your head, but my point is that 24 is my new drug. Each week I anticipate the one hour of television in which I am going to watch Jack Bauer work his way in and out of impossible situations. During that hour, I'm engaged, elated and generally feeling pretty high. Then it ends. I start getting shaky. I realize that it's going to be another 167 hours before my next fix. I get sad. Then I go to bed and dream of fighting terrorists.

Is it just me?