Nothing makes my Sundays better than getting new episodes of The Simpsons. I'm really glad that The Simpsons are on Sunday because, although I haven't been in school for 8(?) years, there's still that lingering dread that accompanies Sundays. Sometimes I have to stop the impending panic attack and remind myself that I don't have a test, project, or homework due on the morrow. In fact, I don't ever have to go to school again if I don't want to.
Maybe I would have dreaded Mondays less if I had that yellow family to look forward to on Sunday evenings. Instead I was expected to go to bed by 8 o'clock, just as soon as Andy Rooney stopped whatever it was he was complaining about. I didn't get to watch The Simpsons and Married With Children until I was much older (or sneaked a peek at reruns), because they were examples of dysfunctional families.
Luckily, I could read Stephen King by flashlight, and delve into easier subjects like alcoholism, incest, rape, murder, possessions, and the occasional killer clown.
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