I’ve had many bad habits in my life and I’ve had to slowly cut them out one by one… sometimes two by two.  I’ve gotten rid of bad habits left and right over the last 8 or 9 years, but one of them is not something I want to give up.

Okay, two of those I didn’t want to give up, three if you count the gin martinis.  I never wanted to give up Cherry Coke, but my doctor said “nix all that extra sugar you crazy woman”.  So really did I have a choice?

So I’m clinging to my weekly martini (though I haven’t had one in a few weeks… what’s up with that) and I’m clinging to my last hard core vice.

I love to watch TV.  I love it.

I know, it’s mindless mind numbing nonsense (and I don’t even watch reality TV).  I know it’s a pointless endeavor.  I know there are better things I could do with me time.

Frankly, I don’t care.

I don’t watch TV all day, but once K falls asleep I like to curl up in my bed with Spike the black cat purring on my lap and watch TV.  TiVo is kind enough to pick up all my favorites and I rent dvd’s of the BBC shows I love.

But since Thursday, I haven’t watched a moment of TV.  I’ve been too busy, I’ve been running myself ragged on 10 different projects… until now.

Now I’m going to curl up in my bed, watch Gilmore Girls and then some SciFi and then go to sleep.

Good times.  good. times.