It's me, not television

I had high expectations that when the television season wrapped up, I would get lots of useful things done.  I would read some of my non-fiction books.  I would work on stained glass.  I would clean house.  I would finish house projects.

I don't think I watch an excessive amount of television.  I watch Castle, Eureka, Lost Girl, both NCIS, The Big Bang Theory, The Finder, Fringe, and Supernatural.  I have the TV on for noise when I am working around the house.

But still, the time spent on television could be spent more productively.  Couldn't it?

So as I drove into work today I was all fired up about what I could do when I got home.

As I drove home from my desk job, my enthusiasm waned.  My brain was fuzzy, my neck ached from hunching over my computer.

When I walked into the door, my ambition vanished.  Which is why I am now typing this, reading The Bloggess, and catching up on Twitter.

That's useful, isn't it?