for those who keep track of such things (which i believe to be just me and mikey), Sunday marked the 6th month point in our relationship. we celebrated by watching X-Files. woo hoo!

you'd think that, after 6 months, he'd know that there are certain nights-- no, not even that-- certain shows that i watch, and i cannot be separated from the tv. exactly 5 and a half hours worth every week. he's not much into sci-fi, and that covers half of my viewing period. instead of finding something else to do, though, he sits there with me and watches it.

yeah yeah, it sounds sweet that he's watching something he doesn't like just because i want to see it, but it's not. it's torturous. i feel bad that he's watching something he doesn't like and has no interest in, so i'm distracted from the show and can't enjoy it. until he says something like "they should just cancel X-Files since David Duchovny's not on there anymore," or "they should just blow up Voyager. there's never gonna make it home."

i think he does it intentionally, just to get my hackles up and get me talking. he enjoys seeing me get all worked up about something insignificant. but it's just not nice, because then i miss something that may have been important to the show.

i think i need to start taping X-Files and Voyager, and then watching them everytime he comes over. he'd eventually tire of all the sci-fi, and maybe he'd just go to sleep whenever something good is on. or maybe he'd start coming over on the nights when i watch no television. or maybe he'd start getting into the shows, want to watch them all the time, and i'd get sick of them.