24

So, it’s official. I have spent the last weeks of my life in hibernation. My crime? Watching the entire series of 24 in the quickest time possible.

It started to run my life. I wanted to set records. I watched 24 episodes in a row, from light to dark, from dark to light. I still felt guilty. I fell asleep at four am for a five minutes. I spent the next week in bed, recovering, suffering from headaches, a cold and a fear to go outside, after all, it’s difficult to trust anyone isn’t it?

I never thought I would get drawn in. I had been on the television before, of course. My dad liked it. That, by default, meant I would hate it. It was fiction. I liked fact. It was an American drama series. I rarely watched those. It had Keifer Sutherland as the lead. I hated Young Guns. But I bowed to pressure. It was like talking about a new sticker album at school, you didn’t really like the Garbage Patch Kids, in fact, you hated the Garbage Patch Kids, or you thought you did. But it was worth a peak.

So, it’s all over. I fallen in love and out of love with Kim Bauer (she is cute, but I decided I couldn’t trust her to make it anywhere without getting sidetracked) , wondered how they never ate a single item of food for four hole days, how they never got stuck in traffic, ever.

Then I realised. It’s just a television show. It doesn’t really exist.