Confession–I watch Dog the Bounty Hunter (frequently, when I’m up late, not writing, and can’t sleep). I can’t help myself. I’m not sure if it’s because it’s filmed in Hawaii (dreamy, someday vacay spot), Leland’s tatts are cool, Dog is just awesome, Beth rocks dragon nails and pink handcuffs, Duane Lee II is hot, it’s a family business or I get to vicariously track wanted criminals (I took a lot of criminology classes back in the day).
What I know is, I like it regardless of what others think. I don’t really care if my family members snicker when they walk in my room and it’s on (yet, I find the need to confess).
Many times, I hit sleep on the remote and fall into a deep slumber as Dog and his crew are screaming at a guy to get on the ground or during the prayer, the cuffing, the good-byes, the last cigarette, the bottle of water, the talk or the drive to turn in the captured fugitive.
Hmmm–clearly a dork. I must go now. Dog is on. The sleep button is counting down, I’m tired (exhausted really), and I have a lot of work to do tomorrow (plus, hockey play off game #2). Aloha!