You know you're addicted to CSI when...

Like I said a few entries ago, I'm started to get addicted to CSI. I'm so addicted that I...

- know the biographies of ALL the personnel from the CSI website. (well almost... I know that Cath's b-day is coming up later this month!)
- never work (or go out) Thursday nites because you'll miss CSI, although you tape it anyway. (Since CSI comes on at 9, that's past my bedtime. But I stay up and watch it anyway. We have it taped for my mommy, cause she never can stay up to watch all of it.)
- start knocking on walls in hope of finding a dead body between them. (Uh... I'm not that crazy. But it's all part of being an obessive fan.)
- walk around with a Mag-lite. (I own a flashlight. I have no idea if it's a Mag-lite or not.)
- change your lighting to UV lighting, just to see those stains in your carpet. (I haven't done this yet, but I should. That way the house will be REALLY clean.)
- dust for prints in your knife drawer. (My knives are not in a drawer. But they are dusted.)
- wrap your house with yellow crime-scene tape. (Once again, I'm not that crazy.)
- wear latex gloves while at home. (You never know when you might have to touch something dirty!)
- wanted to be an astronaut. Now you want to be a CSI. (Actually, I wanted to be a lawyer. Now that I've started watching CSI, I wanna be one!)
- plan on living in Las Vegas, Miami or New York. (Miami, no thank you. Las Vegas or NYC, yes please!)
- have a jacket, with the word "Forencics" written on the back. (Ha. I wish.)
- even settle for a shirt with the same word. (Where??)
- got arrested when found crossing the yellow tape. (No way! I've never been arrested in my life. And I don't plan on it.)

In conclusion, I'm addicted to CSI. Point blank.