Sometimes I am like an Ostrich

I have owned The West Wing The Complete Series for over a year now. I bought it the second it came out. I have been obsessed with the show for as long as I can remember. For a myriad of reasons, I missed season seven. I spent the last year not watching season seven. I couldn't come up with a single reason why I did this. So this weekend I sat down with the intention of powering through the final season. Well I did it. I finished at 2:30 AM Monday December 17. Guess what I learned? I was better off not having seen it. Not because it was a bad season (actually it was fucking great), but because it's now really over. Before I could just pretend the show wasn't over b/c there were all these episodes out there that I had never seen. I can't do that anymore, and I am not exactly wild about it. Some how I have developed what can only be described as an unhealthy obsession with these characters. Let's just say that when the end credits were rolling it was real dusty in my room.