24

The following takes place between 8:00PM and 2:00PM on the day of the Manny Pacquiao fight....

I suffered a hook right on the temple... or in other words, I got hooked to the most talked about TV series in recent years.

My sister finally bought DVD's of 5 seasons of 24. Needless to say, I got addicted. I haven't had sleep for the past 16 hours trying to satiate my ever increasing hunger for every plot twist and turn in the life of Jasck Bauer, agent of CTU.

For the longest time, I've been told by friends about this TV show but I've resisted for God know's what reason. I've tried to be different from the rest of the population. But my will is weak.

I dont know how long i can keep my eyes open. I dont know how I'm ever gonna be able to go to work tomorrow.

I have vegetated in my room the whole weekend. I have had my dinners brought to my room in order to save time. I've eaten rice dinners in my bed and presumably shared my pillow with a cockroach or two.

Right now, the cops are after Bauer for being implicated in the attempted assasination of the first Black presidential candidate while the real bad guys hold his wife and daughter hostage.

The only thing that irks me is the multiple screen shots employed by the director. But then, I'm an addict. I have no right to criticize this addiction.

Before this, I just finished watching the 5 seasons of Alias - also on DVD's - and finally put to rest the saga of Sydney Bristow and the prophecies of Rimbaldi.

I'm going back to watching 24 now.