No worries. I haven't started using drugs or become an alcoholic. Thanks to Nancy Reagan, I just say no.
However, today I have absolutely succumb to my own little addiction--shows about D list celebrities. I've been sitting on the couch for the last five hours, with only brief breaks to switch and fold laundry, watching large quantities of THS and Breaking Bonaduce.
In an attempt to pretend that all of this has been somewhat productive, I'm going to pull an Aesop. I've come up with the moral of all the stories of Danny Bonaduce, Webster and the cast of Growing Pains:
Get your head out of your behind, stop trying to be trendy (you will never be cool again, unless you are Neil Patrick Harris and Patrick Dempsey) and grow up.
I think we've all learned a little something here. See, TV can be good for the soul.
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