how i spend most of my afternoons.

She sits watching the X Files all afternoon, mesmerized by the adventures of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. Sometimes it's a little too graphic and she cringes, but it's the only sign of life from this otherwise zombie-like shell. She can't help but feel attracted to Mulder and his willingness to believe so much that others find unbelievable. She wishes she could have the same sort of blind faith that he has. The courage to fight hard and continue searching for some kind of truth wherever she goes. But instead she stays glued to her seat, wondering how much more of the sexual tension between Mulder and Scully she can stand.