I have a secret I just need to get off my chest. I just can't hold it in any longer. After over a decade of giving something up, I have found myself secretly addicted. I am ashamed and elated at the same time. I didn't realize what I had been missing, but now that I have had a taste again, I fear I will never deprive myself again. Sure, during the last ten years I've had a bit here and there, usually in times of weakness or stress. Once in a while, in times of boredom or when I was in need of comfort. It usually isn't my idea to indulge, but I am am weak and find myself caving at the suggestions of others, even when my ethics would have me abstain. Yes, my dear readers, I can no longer call myself completely....tv-free. (Bows head in shame.) We still don't own a TV, but my well-meaning husband bought us a new computer as my six year old Mac was dying a slow, painful death. The screen is big enough for me to see figures without a microscope so the temptress which might be named Netflix has enveloped me in its grasp and I may never break free. My also well-meaning friend, Charity, happened to mention, at a girls night out, a BBC series she had watched and it piqued my interest. I thought I could just watch one episode, after everyone else had gone to bed, but I found myself quickly engulfed in the story (okay so several of the characters are easy on the eyes) to the point of late night/early morning marathons of this show. Tears of shame slowly ran down my cheek as I experienced almost orgasmic pleasure in the drug of a nation I had shunned for so long. Too long. I have decided that not all drugs are detrimental and I no longer think it is unethical to watch the boob tube. In fact, I think it is natural and I have been going against my human desires too long. Possibly at the risk of my own health and sanity. I feel more energetic now that I've been watching well into the early morning. In fact, I have found that I can operate fine on no sleep some days. I sleep deeper and more satisfied on the nights I do sleep. How did I ever think that staring at a screen and getting involved in the imaginary lives of others was not healthy? I am proud that I have come out of the closet. Now I will save you the thousands of words I could have typed up and finish this post so I can watch BBC's Robin Hood with my honey. Chow!