You know what dedication is?
Dedication is waking up in the middle of the night to watch one of your favorite shows because you don’t have a DVR and your podunk cable station doesn’t do On Demand and you refuse to watch TV on your computer. Yes, it’s that time of year again: American Horror Story is back, and I must rouse myself at 11 every Wednesday (because no one can be bothered to run anything in Mountain Time, I’m forced to watch in Pacific Time).
By the time the middle of the season rolls around, I’ll probably be so jaded with the show that I’ll have no trouble going back to sleep. But last night’s episode… yeesh. There were two particularly gross, disturbing scenes that were hard to get out of my head, no matter how many rounds of Soda Crush I played during commercial breaks. Anyone who watched the show probably knows exactly what I’m talking about.
Much of my sleeplessness had to do with creatures – tortured humans? – sewn into the Hotel Cortez’s mattresses. Hmm, laying my head down on a pillow and stretching out long on the bed just didn’t seem to be as comforting as it normally is. Why do you suppose that is?
Overall, the biggest reason I couldn’t sleep last night was Lady Gaga. Did you know I idolize her and absolutely adore her? I was so excited the minute I heard her talk last night that I almost started crying. No one does glam better than she, and I want every outfit and every piece of jewelry she wore. I want her voice. I want her hair. I want her body. She is just the greatest.
Oh, and can we talk about the whole vibe of this show? It seems like Ryan Murphy and Brad Falchuk robbed my 15-year-old mind to make this season. I was in my glory as I listened to Bauhaus, watched men wearing flawless eyeliner, and felt the glow of neon lights around every corner. Yes, this show has a gorgeous vibe that actually reminds me a lot of Silence of the Lambs.
As previously mentioned, there were moments that were hard to watch. I excitedly told them to Erik this morning at 5am as he asked me how the show was, and we grimaced together but I also couldn’t help smiling. Y’all know I love the horror genre. Anyway, yes, I was up at 5am to run 5 miles this morning, and I’m feeling it now. I hardly remember my run. To make matters worse, the end of it – literally yards away from the shortcut back to my apartment – was ruined by an inconsiderate elk herd. So rude, making me walk a quarter-mile out of my way!
And I have an interview to join a Board in town. I’ll do my best to focus.