Yes. That's me. Because I will attempt to watch The Bachelor tonight.
Do I have better things to do with my time? Well, yeah. Like sleep. Prepare for the baby that is set to show up in this house in about six weeks. Clean. Do work. Etc, etc.
But instead I will watch Brad the Bachelor, the finicky, kind-of-short, somewhat hickish Bachelor do his thing. And then write about it.
It's a sickness, I tell you.
Who's with me?