leaving much to be desired, my tv viewing habits had hit a snag. i would not be missing clooney's 15th season appearance in er, but i'm still on grissom mode in csi, the original cast of the forensic series still inhabit the fairy tale. i have to work extra hours for the season eight dvd to follow through with the agonizing cast changes. but with the lifting restrictions, the eventualities would be far and few and perhaps nil. i used to watch desperate housewives then stopped after that susan mayer incident denigrating the education of my people. it's not always well-heeled comfort in the first world or broad-minded folks populating the G8 nations. as the crunch has signified, there are cracks in the foundation and the storylines in night time soaps are beyond incredulous anyway. while tuning into the 80's soap falcon crest, i would have to cringe through the odious portions of the drama if not for the invention of digital recording devices. but since the forward button is available, i end up watching only the bits that befuddled my thoughts more than twenty years ago. those bygone era with a nary a computer in sight much less a mobile phone which were part and parcel of my archaic adolescence.
gripped by the tension and stress emanating from the gossipy shadows, solitude is not that dreadful an endeavor. fidgetting with the clicker is always informative. so does the pursuit of literary projects, whether by composition or reading the deft print of an important dissertation. nah, i'm just delirious with fever and semi bed-bound, and has completely lost my taste for yogurt. it's lovely weather outside, time to relish the zest of a fascinating weekend.
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