Red on... Season 9.

Airing in this country right now,
I'm ploughing through it using the
not-my-full-attention-and-keeping-
the-lights-on tactic.  I can't
bear to watch the credits any more.
Essentially, I'm playing a game of
this-is-another-show-just-wait-for
The-Truth.  I have no love for
Doggett or Reyes (sorry).

Much as I expect to hate each ep,
though, I do quite like them.  In
a non-X-Files kind of way - the way
I might like an episode of Ally
McBeal or The Simpsons.  As a different
show.

But how I miss Mulder and MSR.

When Nothing Impt Happened Today went
out, I cried until I had a panic
attack which led to me almost being
physically sick and almost hurting
myself very badly.  Not a nice
memory for me.  Now I can sit through
an episode with little pain at all,
because I don't feel like I'm watching
The X-Files.

At first this season was an obstacle
I was unwilling to climb.  Now it's
a challenge I can't wait to beat.
I need to survive this, emerge on
the other side still strong and 
full of belief and love for my 
show.  And I will do that.  In
fact, I almost needed something like
this to help me trust in my own
belief in the show.  Some have
given up.  I will not.