Well, shit. I have been in a super funk since I posted that mopey, uber-dramatic rant last week re: the employee who is putting me through hell. And, I hate not being myself. Usually I have a thousand post ideas (bitch sessions) floating around my head any given week, but this week I am just flat and boring, and well, to me that’s about the worst thing a person can be. Ugh, me.
So, I did what all sane people do to make themselves feel better – I decided to deprive myself of even more! Nothing says feel better like cutting off an arm and that’s pretty much what this feels like right now, even though I didn’t watch 95% of my cable channels anyway. I think maybe what I miss is flipping through the channels to see all the shows I am actively choosing NOT to watch? Is that a thing? Can I get meds for it?
In any case, no more cable. It was just too expensive to justify the cost, especially when I inevitably wind up on PBS most of the time anyway. It’s a funny thing, but I remember a time when I would’ve been happy to veg out in front of all those shit reality television shows or competition shows, or yet another interchangeable medical drama, but I just can’t do it anymore.
Wait one horrifying, damn minute – does this mean I am an adult now!!?? Oh, fuck me. This can’t be good for anybody.