If my husband watches Kill Bill (either volume) one more time, I'm switching all the tv's in this house back to rear projection, concave screen, non HD televisions.

We have become way too fond of lying around watching television. We could be honing our skills. Or determining whether or not we have any skills that may need honing. We could be learning another language, taking Zumba lessons, volunteering at the local Senior Living Center. But we aren't. We are draped over our furniture and watching the same movies and shows over and over. Not even a new season series. Not a newly released movie. Not in this house.

In this house, the torture is sports or the same movies. The same tv shows. Different night. And for god's sake, the same oldies radio station that plays "Crazy Train" at 8 on the dot every morning. Couch potato? Our asses have become one with the fabric of the sofa.

Wow! Talk about mediocrity! My life has apparently been so mediocre I haven't had a thing to say in eons. Well, I still don't have anything to say except that these years of living a life of desperate mediocrity is starting to get old and annoying. Like musty old underwear.

Somebody remind me to seek a higher level of mediocre in the near future. Like today. Like now. But I gotta have a cool drink and and a little nappie-poo first. Procrastination is the creed of my life. And I do it so well. I have crafted it into a art form. If it could be framed, my particular style of procrastinating would be hanging in a museum next to (Henri Marie Raymond de)Toulouse-Lautrec (that naughty little dwarf).

Off to think about leaving the comfort of my luxurious buttocks and possibly doing something constructive. I don't want to put too much pressure on myself all at once so baby steps will be the 'script for the foreseeable future.