A few weeks ago I was piled up on the couch waiting for the meds to kick in and take away the sinus headache that was ruining my day. I was flipping channels as I whined and cussed and came across something that actually took my attention away from the throbbing in my face and head.
Storage Wars (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I am not a fan of reality TV. I find it annoying. When it comes right down to it, I watch TV to be entertained, not appalled, which is what most of reality shows seem to be aiming for. Anyway, I clicked on a show called Storage Wars. It’s a 30-minute show about auctioning the contents of storage lockers that have been abandoned by their owners. There are two versions, with one set in California and one in Texas. These auctions draw a pretty big crowd and there are “stars” of the show that are the focus of the bidding.
I’m not sure if the show is really entertaining or if I was just weirded out on sinus meds that day, but I couldn’t stop watching it. I stuck with it well after the pressure in my noggin subsided and I even missed my Saturday afternoon nap. I don’t know about you, but it takes an awful lot to make me miss a good afternoon nap.
I love a good auction and go them as often as I can muster up enough extra cash to buy junk I really don’t need so I’m chalking up my fascination with Storage Wars to my not having been to an auction in months.
Well anyway, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Otherwise, I might just have to admit that I’m becoming addicted to reality TV.
It’s Oscar night and here I sit trying to decide whether to watch the Academy Awards show. Downton Abbey‘s season is over for this year and the new season of Game of Thrones hasn’t begun. Enlightened comes on at 8:30 but that’s only a 30 minute excursion. So, what to do?
I had the silly notion that if I sat here and typed drivel long enough, eventually, I’d come up with some sort of life altering epiphany, but no luck. So, what to do?
I should be diligently studying the manual for the next module in my quest for a CCP (Certified Compensation Professional) but, come on, it’s Sunday evening and work can wait until tomorrow. So, what to do?
I could pay bills! Nope. Not in the mood. So, what to do?
I could eat cashews and drink Dr. Pepper. I have both in my kitchen. But if I went in there I’d see how messy the kitchen is and load myself up with guilt because I should be cleaning it right this very minute. So, what to do?
Yep, you guessed it. This is me being bored. So, now I’ll say ‘so long’ to all you nice people and apologize for taking up your valuable time. Assuming, of course, you’re foolish enough to still be reading this nonsense.