Apparently, Mad Men has a very deep effect on my psyche. For the past two weeks, my Sunday night ritual is the same. Watch Mad Men at 9pm. Try to read a little of "Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" in bed. Attempt to fall asleep around 11pm. The latter part of this weekly ritual is difficult enough since I dread Monday mornings like the plague. But with the addition of Mad Men to my Sunday lineup, I have added another element to my ritual...Dreams about Mad Men. Each week, I am literally dreaming about Don Draper. I am certain that the show's producers would be thrilled to hear that I am envisioning their leading man in my sleep. However, each week is more morbid than the week before. This week, I dreamt that Betty Draper (I forgot her new married name) committed suicide. Either this show has too much of an effect on me or I should be added to the writing staff.
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