A fundamental element of my personality, love it or hate it, is that I have a tendency towards obsession.  If I get into something, all my attention will be focused on it until I have gotten my fill or it dies.  This applies to nearly every facet of my life.  Ask anyone who knows me personally. 

I rarely watch TV series when they air because I don’t like to wait for things.  I want it all and I want it now.  I normally wait for a season in its entirety to be released so that I can gobble it up in one sitting.

I got into HBO’s OZ earlier this year.  I finished the first two seasons in one weekend.  I loved it, and I wanted more.  I ordered seasons 3 and 4 from Amazon, and when they arrived, my eyes devoured them as well.  Seeing as there are six seasons in the series, I promptly ordered the last two seasons and anticipated their arrival immediately.

Unfortunately, season 6 arrived first which left me in limbo.  I expected that with the arrival of 6, season 5 would be at my doorstep the next day (maybe the next hour).  This did not happen.

For the past two-and-a-half weeks, I waited for season 5 to arrive.  After the first week, I was fidgety and grumpy.  I was withdrawing.  I e-mailed the Amazon seller, asking where my DVDs were.  No reply.  A few days later, I sent another e-mail, politely inquiring into the status of my order.  No reply.  Fidgety and grumpy went away and were replaced by sheer mental instability.  On Sunday, I sent an e-mail to the seller, demanding to know where my series was under the threat of reporting the seller to Amazon.  Again, no reply. 

Temperature rising. Vision blurring. Rage…taking…over…BECOMING FURIOUS!

I had Meggie chain me to the table that night, fearful of what I would do.

When I woke up, I had reserved myself to a boring, OZless life.  I was done with humanity.

Sometimes I really do think there is a God.  Either that or my frustrations are so intense that they actually spout from my cranium into the ethos and somehow manage to alter the day-to-day happenings of the world.  Today when I arrived at work, a package containing OZ season 5 was perched on my chair.  I was so exited.  A coworker passed by my office and saw me licking the packaging.  I told said coworker this was private, slammed the door to my office and cried tears of joy.

Tonight me and OZ season 5 have a date.  All is right in the world.  It’s time for some passionate prison rape, detention center race riots and shiving/shanking!