hitting an all time low

I'm in a slump. It happens. I head down this slippery slope and the next thing I know I'm on the couch with one hand shoved into a box of Wheat Thins and the other hand tightly wrapped around the remote control. If you were to peek in my window you would find me watching such TiVo delights as the Amazing Race, Survivor, Lost and the Office. I've been feeling a small void because Project Runway is over, and sure, I'm watching Top Chef, but it's just not the same... although I do love to see people get stressed out while wielding sharp knives. In times of desperation I get so low I'll even watch The Apprentice and America's Next Top Model, both of which are not so shabby with a little help from the fast forward button. You think all of this crappy television would be enough for me, but due to recent bouts of insomnia I now run out of pre-recorded programs quickly and instead of finding something else to do I resign myself with reckless abandon to the remote.

The reckless abandon only results in horror: aimless channel flipping leads to disasters such as Deal or No Deal, monstrosities like Who's Wedding Is It Anyway? or even a shameful hour of American Idol. It's ugly. Very ugly.

I'm not sure if there's a purpose behind this post, I suppose it's really just a confession. And now you are free to judge me and my filthy TV habits. You can tell me to pick up a book and read something, like a civilized person would do, perhaps you will feel the urge to suggest a hobby or some random activity to keep me interactive with other human beings.

Or maybe I should just start writing rants about the garbage I've been watching. Then I would be committed to something, because that would set me on the fast track to overweight-middle-aged-crazy-cat-lady-who-I'm-afraid-to-talk-to status.