I'm watching House. Which means that I am now either:
A) Dying of a horrible, mysterious disease only to be saved at the eleventh hour by some random chance. Also, it's not Lupus.
B) The family member of a dying person. In which case, I'm not all that interesting anyway.
C) One of the many many competent, well-learned doctors being made to look like an idiot by Dr. House.
D) Entangled in a complicated and overly dramatic romantic subplot with one of the main characters. (Here's hoping it's 13 and not Taub!)
E) A drug/illness/mental breakdown induced hallucination.
F) Any combination of the above options.