As you may know, 24 is my favorite television series of all time, and I have declared on this very blog that the show "is pretty much the only reason I have to live." Yes, that's a gross exaggeration, but the level of commitment I've dedicated to 24 over eight seasons borders on fanaticism. Do you know anyone else who spends as much time as I do on a TV show's discussion board and owns so much merchandise (T-shirt, mousepad, shoulder bag, ringtone) from said series? I mean, for a hoity-toity playwright and university educator like me, that's just plain inappropriate. (Seriously, when my phone rings, it's the CTU ring!)
Last night's two-hour series finale, which ended eight pulse-pounding seasons, was quite gratifying, and I got all teary-eyed during its perfect, logical, emotional, final minutes. I won't say much more about it because I don't want to spoil anything for those of you who haven't caught up yet and because I'm still processing my eight-year relationship with the show. God, this feels like the worst break-up ever. EVER.
Goodbye, 24, I will always love you.