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I don't know what's gotten into me -- holiday-induced depression, perhaps? But this past Friday I found myself on the couch, remote control in hand ... flipping channels.
I never do this.
But there I was, in my yoga pants and my sweatshirt, chomping on a Boca-brand meatless chicken pattie sandwich -- the spicy ones are divine -- and really, actually channel-surfing. Instead of chanting my usual refrain, which is something like "So what are we watching? Is there anything on? What are we watching?" and is my subtle way of hinting that I do NOT flip channels, I just hung on for the ride.
Granted, once I was done eating dinner, I did pick up a book and half-watch, half-read. We wandered through the Travel channel and sampled the Food network, and I'll admit it was kind of fun to check out how the other half lives. The channel-surfing half.
But I think I still prefer my television-with-a-purpose watching style. Station-skipping is just too dangerous for someone as easily hooked as I am. And I don't have time for any new shows.