I just spent an hour brushing out the side of Ky that faced me. He hates it but sat fairly still while I did it. It's a soothing process for me which is a good thing as the day has been stressful.
I think the appeal of Game of Thrones is the satisfaction that comes from yelling at the screen. They're all a bunch of nasty work. I promised someone I would give it the first season to grow on me. I'm not sure rooting for characters to die a horrible death is the best way to spend my time. But then, I've done just that in my own story. Rocks. Glass house.
So that's a good thing - realizing that no matter how bad my day has been, it's divine compared to the Starks'.