Instead of reading a big fat fun novel,

I've been watching West Wing.
Because of that cursed single-minded determination I have that forces me to finish everything that I start, I sobbed through the final two episodes of the second season at 2:30 am on Sunday.

Done. Two box sets. Check. (Because life is all about check marks and lists.)
I have the third season as well, unopened on my shelf, waiting for me to decide whether or not I can make a committment to it this month. And I have to watch the third season in it's entirity before I will purchase the box set of "LOST" and "24" which I've heard are excellent. What is wrong with me?

But I also have a basket of books beside my bed. (When I stack them on my nighttable, the pile inevitably falls over whenever I reach for the phone. So they are now in a lovely Martha-approved designer basket. Along with a wonderful selection of book marks, a coil bound note book, a red pen, a blue Paper Mate pen, a mechanical pencil and my reading specs case, which may or may not contain the glasses.)

For me, DVD viewing, like computer usage, happens only when I am alone in the family room. Which happens, oh, maybe, 4 hours a week. So it takes f o r e v e r to write a decent essay or watch something non-animated.
There are no limitations on reading, however.

But there's the failing eyesight issue. If I can't find my glasses, I can't read. In one short year, I've gone blind.

It's always something.

Forgive me if this post seems disjointed. I've finally caught the cold/flu that my kids have been sharing nicely for the past 3 weeks.
I am heavily medicated and I'm pretty sure this computer quailifies as machinery not to be operating while under the influence.
Mostly, I'm fantasizing about a perfect world where people with colds can stay home and watch DVD's and read all day.
Oh, wait. This is that perfect world.


If you're a teenager.



Three things I'm thankful for:
1. I have every type of medicine possible for every sympton known to man.
2. In addition to feeling like my head is on the verge of exploding, I am suffering from PMS which meant that the kitchen floor had to be washed tonight. Drew, while feeling sick himself, stepped up to the plate and while I swept, followed me with the wet swifter.
3. Then, he made us both a cup of tea and sat down beside me to play a game of Wheel of Fortune online.

Sha * cough* lom,