The lure of the tube

I've found myself coming home, parking myself at my desk or on my futon and staring at the TV.

Most week nights, I don't pay attention to the shows. I just like the noise. It's comforting. But on Wednesday nights I'm a fan of The Biggest Loser (the two-hour finale was tonight) and Medium. On Thursdays, my heart belongs to NBC until 9 p.m. Then no one can pry me away from the TV for ABC's Grey's Anatomy. And on weekends, if I'm in Washington, I watch endless movies. Oh, I usually watch an hour of Sex in the City between 11 p.m. and midnight as I drift to sleep. I guess I shouldn't leave out NBC news at 7 p.m., follwed by the very guilty pleasure, Access Hollywood.

I wonder if this is my life. Go to work, exercise and then partake in mindless activity (except for reading the New Yorker during commercials) when I get home. During college, at least senior year, I only watched Grey's Anatomy. That was it. I admit watching TV for 10 minutes here and there while eating breakfast and supper back then. But I spent maybe two hours max each week glued to the tube.

I was busier.

Nowadays, my social calendar is wide open. I don't have the same ties here as I do back home. I'm not going to school full time and working full time, either.

I can find solace in my schedule picking up again. I have to report and write around 45 committee staffer profiles between January and March for a book.

Then maybe it'll be back to a one-entree entertainment menu of Gray's Anatomy, and maybe a soap opera or two while I'm at the gym.


***By the way, this is the 100th post. I don't have any champagne, otherwise I would celebrate.