For the last few weeks, I watch the show on Sunday, become an emotional wreck, and lie awake in bed unable to sleep, for thinking about the show. I think about what just happened, and worry about what will happen next.
I look on Twitter and Tumblr, and read posts from others like myself: Breaking Bad Addicts.
(at least I'm in good company with this one ↑ )
The only other things I have time for at this point is work and that dreaded exercise thing I'm doing. (I start week 3 tomorrow, still chafing strong!) Mentally, I'm all tied up in New Mexico, and worried to death about Jesse Pinkman. I'm hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst.
For some reason, I just don't see this as the end result---