Big Brother

This is an open letter to my Big Brother,

Dearest Big Brutha,

Thank you for ruining my life. Since that fateful weekend I spent in Maine with our mother, I have been unable to not watch your favorite show. I remember the phone call: "Turn it on! Mom likes that show!". Mom had no idea it was on. But, alas, we turned it on.

And watched.....

Mom, of course, has since forgotten to watch. I have been unable to avoid it, no matter how hard I try. I think about it on the way to work, I think about it on the way home, when I am trying to get to sleep, when I am in the shower. On the nights that it is actually on, I obsess about making sure I stay up to watch it, terrified I will miss even the smallest snipit of information, even though it is only a recap of the previous week. It's making me absolutely nuts!

So, dear brother, I hope you can sleep at night knowing what you have done to me. I just hope I can keep from going completely insane before the new Survivor stars.

That is all.