addiction

Heroin, crack, crank, meth, booze, nicotine (which Zen swears is more addictive than heroin or crack), cocaine, LSD, peyote, uppers, downers, never can remember their stupid street names . . . These are are all examples of really BORING addictions. Granted, probably just because they're not my addictions, but still. Yuck.

Now, if you want to talk addiction, there's chocolate, diet coke, television, books, ice cream -- those are my babies. The book addiction is the only one that's not bad for me. I think. Maybe.

I should drop the rest of them, if only to make my time on Earth more productive. TV especially. That seductive bitch. I'm sitting here thinking of writing, working on my school transcript, whatever -- she's lounging over there, blank-screened and heavy-lidded, begging me to come over and turn her on.

"Come on," Madame Boob Tube croons, "you know you wanna. Turn on TCM (it's classic, it's good for you!) Or the sci-fi channel (bastards cancelled Stargate Atlantis, the pricks). Sweetie, maybe one of the Law & Order shows is on, they always are, and really, they're so good, it doesn't matter if you've seen them eighteen times already!"

What a whore.

Problem is, gluttonous television is like having sex with someone I don't really care about. Great while it lasts, but what's the point? I'm left with an empty feeling in my stomach and the knowledge that I just wasted another five hours of my life. (And since I'm edging toward 52, that's a significant point.) Whereas if I'd ignored the bitch and turned on my laptop instead, I'd have another blog to read, a bad poem to frown over, another homework assignment done -- you get my drift.