Sorry Starz, there is too much real misery and loss in this world right now to get on board with whatever thing you put out today or the first six or seven depressing as hell episodes. I’m verra proud that you’ve decided to promote your show, but NOPE. Sorry. I spent eleven million hours in the ER the other night having an anxiety attack (that felt like I was dying of a heart attack) and it still hasn’t really gone away. I can’t take any more. I’ve spent two seasons now getting my heart shredded - Wentworth, Faith, separation. I’ve read the books - I know what’s coming next. And I know your show-runner’s obsession with piling on the (unnecessary) agony. So, NOPE. I will be starting my journey at the reunion, which apparently I have to wait eleven million weeks for after the season starts. I don’t care. I can’t deal with Ron’s brand of endless suffering right now, especially of two beloved characters. Sam and Cait, you’re gonna crush it. Love you, hope you get all the awards for your sorrow. But…NOPE. See you in the printshop.P.S. I will be skipping right on past any bullshit scenes with the “other people.” Because you know Ron is going to embellish them and then give us two JC love scenes…maybe. We are talking about the man who didn’t think the initial carving was important.