Maybe he's still reeling from that second "X-Files" movie flopping so badly, but it seems David Duchovny has entered a treatment center for sex addiction.
Um, OK. I'm not a doctor, and I know people can get addicted to just about anything -- I myself am addicted to coffee and, I don't know, jelly beans or something -- but sex addiction always seems a bit odd to me. How is it possible, exactly? How do you diagnose something like this?
Or better question: How has Tea Leoni survived the last 11 years? Is this David's excuse for sleeping around the last few years?
Well, I don't know. And, you know, I don't care. I just thought this was an interesting little note to talk about since I've been told by someone who's in the know that Duchovny is, um, let's just say it starts with an ass and ends with a, you know.
And seriously, who at Fox green lit that damn "X-Files" sequel? They should be canned. Wasn't it common sense that the flick was going to fail miserably?
That's it. Hope your Friday is going well. Mine has been very productive.