Preying on the sick and weak

Building on my reputation as "the Vortex" (it was college, people), I have now sucked J.R. into watching Dawson's Creek with me. Sure, he's running a fever and generally doesn't know what day it is, but he asked me not to watch the next episode until he was awake. He, too, burns to know what happens next in the Pacey/Joey saga. Oh, Pacey, how I've missed you.