I know better. I have better morals and better values than this. I feel so ashamed for myself and for my entire family. I am seriously pathetic and perhaps should branch out and get more of a social life.
I have options, I truly do: over two hundred channel options, to be exact. Dozens of other activities call me. I could be sorting the rest of the spare room, cleaning out the basement, paying bills, or posting grades. I could be reading a book. I could be grouting my bathroom.
But, no. I am far, far too pitiful a person.
I suspect that confessing will not make me feel any better, either. I suspect that it will make me even more atrocious than I already am. I'd like to say that this is unusual for me, but it turns out that many of my weekends play out the same.I'm not lying when I say that much of the time I am doing work for the final stretch of school, and it is soothing and helps me pace myself to have the television on in the background. I can use this as an excuse, but I could be watching sports or listening to the music channels at the top of the dial.
Nope. I. Am. Pathetic.
I am watching television; I am watching the Hallmark channel. That's right -- Hallmark, as in really cheesy romance movies. Once in a while a relatively watchable movie comes on, but tonight's movie (one of their all-new ones) is awful. God fucking awful. It's so incredibly awful that I still cannot believe (now that it's over) that I semi-watched it.
I am pathetic, and I have no social life. Okay, that last part isn't really true, but, still. I am pathetic, and that's two hours I will never, ever recover.
