Self Imposed Exile

Today/This week, I am beginning a rehab program for myself.  Seriously, I married Marshall a forth time last night.  It just needs to stop.  I need to get myself back to normalcy.  More books, less How I Met Your Mother.  I have been non-stop watching How I Met Your Mother since about Christmas.  I could really use an episode right about now.  Something to make the recent death toll a little less horrible.  Marshall is cuddly.  He'd be so amazing in real life.  I don't care it Ted is the main man, Marshall is my favorite.  I better stop talking about it or the next thing I know Jason Segel will be married.  I'd have to cry then and hide my face.  Much like I had to do while watching Forgetting Sarah Marshall.