Confession Time

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!