Over the weekend, I invested in a $9 cable splitter so that I could finally hook up bootleg cable in my bedroom. Already, it has been the worst decision of my life.
I spent at least 3 hours mindlessly watching television shows last night—including The Hills. Yes, The Hills. The most pointless show in the world that somehow was able to suck me in—despite the important convention coverage that was being aired on several other channels.
Tonight, I'm going to unhook the cable and return to my trusty rabbit ears. I may only get 8 channels but it keeps my television viewing in-check and enables me to spend my time mindlessly reading chick-lit—my prefer guilty pleasure.
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