What the fuck am I supposed to do with my Sunday evenings now?

Well, Mad Men, this was a really good season for us, but last night it came to an end. Like an affair with a chiseled farm hand, carnie or cabana boy, the relationship you and I shared was inherently fleeting – when the season ends, it’s time for you to leave, and I’m left picking up the pieces.

It’s going to be a long, cold winter without you, Mad Men, but it’s just too soon for me to get involved with another show. I had such a wonderful time with you these past few months and we’ve grown so close – it’s not like I can just start watching Two and a Half Men or something. I’m used to convoluted soap opera plotlines now, the eye candy of sixties fashions, cultural and historical references and the raw sexual appeal of Don Draper. You can’t just expect me to go from caviar to ketchup. Being shown what TV has to offer and having it snatched away like this is very difficult for me – and what was with that cliffhanger ending? Was that really necessary? I can’t believe you would end things with the threat of a Draper divorce and a new company. I know the season had to finish, but there are kinder ways to go about ending things, a little closure perhaps. Sometimes I think you don’t care about my feelings at all.

I’m trying to get used to being on my own, so I’ve thought of some things to keep me busy on Sundays – maybe you remember, that used to be our special night of the week. Well now, Sundays are going to be my decoupage night. My family and friends will be happy, because I’m making them all super nice Christmas gifts. I’ve also taken up drinking more wine, which I find helps to pass the time nicely. I’m doing just fine without you, Mad Men, so don’t think I won’t get over you. In fact, with all my new hobbies, maybe I’ll be too busy for you next year. My time isn’t something you can just take for granted you know.

If you ever want to catch up or relive some old times, you know where I’lll be. In my living room, decoupaging. So long for now, Mad Men. Maybe I’ll see you around.

Taylor