Amanda might well be addicted to Starbucks, but it seems I have my own addiction. TV. And it’s bad. Really bad.
My mother has been here for two days and we have been busy playing, talking and generally hanging out. And, don’t get me wrong, it’s been great! But the itch is starting to get uncomfortable. I know that my TiVod shows are starting to pile up and it’s making me a little anxious. I mean, who won Project Runway? (No, no! Don’t tell me! It’ll ruin it for me!) And my friends at Seattle Grace, how are they faring without me?
We’ve had two lovely dinners at the dinner table. These dinners have even included interesting adult conversation. (I know! It’s crazy. I had almost forgotten what that was like!) Catching up with my mother has been awsome, but I am starting to have weird itchy patches and recurring head aches and I’m starting to think it might have something to do with withdrawl. I mean seriously, I didn’t even watch TV while we made dinner!
Tomorrow morning I have to go to work for a couple of hours. Would it be very wrong to try to watch a show or two off the Internet?