I have a confession to make... I am a Deal or No Deal junkie. At 6:00pm I must turn on to watch the new weekly ½ hour version to get my fix and I LOVE it.
I must admit though, I think I am going to give myself a heart attack by watching it. I never realized how stressful that show really is. I’m sitting there yelling at the TV, “Low number! Low Number!” “The left side! The left side dammit!”
It’s terrible. If someone unveils the $500,000, $250,000 or $100,000 too soon I fall into a deep depression.
I agonize over whether or not to deal or push it just one round further. Oh the pressure is excruciating.
Even though my blood pressure rises to out of control levels I can not stop watching this show.
And here is the kicker; I applied to be a contestant. I’m not a glutton for punishment at all am I?
I have a question for you; if someone asked you to be their supporter on Deal or No Deal would you expect them to give you part of their winnings?
I can't take it any more. I need a drink.
Labels: craziness, insanity