I'm kind of in the habit now of posting every night, so I guess I'll keep doing it for the time being. Especially because I have nothing else to do right now since Pam is buying a plane ticket (which obviously includes verbally listing the pros and cons of each flight option) and I don't have a TV.
It's been almost a year now since I've been without television. All in all, it's been good and I think I've definitely read more than I would have. But I've also watched more DVDs, which requires the same lack of brain activity but in a weird way, watching TV alone makes me feel more connected to the world then any other activity I would do alone in my room, which is how I spent a large percentage of my evenings over the last year. I was thinking the other day that it might be fun to watch
Will and Grace or
Friends sometime. Those were the two shows that I completely overdosed on last year when I watched far too much TV and despite having access to way too many channels on DirectTV, there was usually nothing else on other than reruns of those shows. In fact, I once had a dream that was a
Will and Grace episode. I also once wrote an Indigo Girls song in my dream.
I realized that I am essentially living in a dorm room right now. I don't usually realize that I am not living in a real house or apartment because I am living in a real house in the sense that Diana and Kelli upstairs have a normal house with multiple rooms and even a washer/dryer. But I live in a room in the basement, so it's actually weirder than living in a dorm room or a studio because while it is not attached to the real house, it's also not in an apartment building. I don't really think about this except when the pizza delivery guy comes (which happens frequently since part of living in a room means I don't have much of a kitchen) because the "front door," which is like six inches away from my bed, opens up to show four bikes, and bureau, and a microwave and mini-fridge, which are all things that are normally found in separate rooms.
My days off are starting to follow a definite pattern: wake up, bike to library, bike to bank, feel sketchy about depositing wads of ones that I take out of a ziploc bag, buy cupcake, bike to Golden Gardens, lie on beach and read, consume cupcake, run into freezing Puget Sound, dunk, run out, read some more and deepen my hot sunglasses tan, bike home.
The reason this post is called "Rabbit" is because it rhymes with "habit."
