I blew it. I shoulda pitched Vice, or a far-out media outlet somewhere a potential mini-series about a moronic writer (ahem, me) who dove deep into the The Simpsons mega-12-day marathon and ate a ton of Adderall and foolishly stayed up for as many days in the row as possible before going schizo and passing out cold on the toilet, face down ass up just like the muthafucking King... Elvis.
But I blew it, never followed through.
Alas, I'm somewhat on the fringe of The Simpsons marathon on FXX. I think we are a couple days in and it's been on nonstop in the living room. Day and night. Night and Day. I tune in for an episode every few hours. 3am when I can't sleep. 8pm when I'm done with work. 8am when I should be working.
I forgot about the LSD in the water system episode when Marge starts tripping balls!
