My Ridiculous Tuesday

So... Several friends I've told this story to think it's hilarious. I thought I would share it on here (although it's probably not as funny as if I told it).

Last Monday I was going to bed pretty early and I decided not to set my alarm for the next day. I figured I would wake up at my normal time, no problem. Well... Tuesday morning I end up waking up at 10:30. I felt so groggy and blah from sleeping so long and couldn't believe I slept in so late on a weekday. I was moving pretty slowly around my apartment, getting ready and all and by the time I was ready it was noon. I decided that I might as well just stay in and work from home, since it would be so late by the time I got to work.

I took my laptop and set it up on the desk, plugged it into the Ethernet (so I could have faster connection than wireless), made myself some tea, put on some tunes, and opened up my unix window. I opened up the program I was working on and wrote one line of code before delving into an intensive internet surfing session. After an hour or so of looking up ridiculous stuff I deemed it time to eat lunch.

So I fixed a sandwich and took a journal article into the living room. I thought that maybe I could get some reading done while eating lunch, then I wouldn't feel so bad for slacking off the past hour. Of course, I thought that my reading would be enhanced if I turned the television on (great logic, huh). I flipped though a little bit until one show caught my eye. I've never seen this show but heard about it. I watched the first episode and was drawn to it, so drawn that I had to watch the second episode.

Yes, my friends... It's true... I ended up watching an eight (yes EIGHT) hour marathon of:

THE BACHELORETTE!!!!

I'm not proud to admit this; but I was TOO emotionally involved in the show to turn it off! It was so ridiculous... I got no work done at all. At one point, around 5 or 6 I deemed that I wouldn't get anything done that day and thought I could escape and go for a hike; do something somewhat productive. But I felt guilty for leaving my apartment where my journal article was. AND, I had to see who Trista picked!

So sad. I never watch reality tv crap and I know why now; I would become addicted!