My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

Someone please pry me away from my TV. 

Why, oh why did I get Tivo?  Whereas before, TV was a passive experience for me (as in, I’d watch whatever’s on Comedy Central when I had time), its now become an all consuming obsession.  With Tivo, you can watch all your favorite shows all the time!!   There’s no excuse NOT to be watching television!  (Aside from the whole having a life thing.)  Sigh.  I just hope that, as with all my obessions, I quickly lose interest.  If not, please stop me before I become a morbidly-obese shut-in.  Um, not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Luckily, the whole having to work or else starve to death thing gets me out of the apartment most days.  I’ve also been pretty successful at dragging myself to Santa Monica for marathon training every Saturday (moment of bragging:  I did last Saturday’s 10 mile run in an hour and forty-two minutes without injury!!).  Unfortunately, I haven’t quite managed to make my mid-week runs (moment of seriousness:  if I don’t start training mid-week there is no way I’m going to make it to 26.2  miles).  I’m hoping the time change will help, since it was the last time change that put a stop to my working out in the first place (moment of prayer:  please let me get up early to go running tomorrow!). 

When not running or vapidly watching TV (I believe I sunk to a new low when I actually watched Disney’s Twitches this weekend – I’m not ready to talk about it), I managed to make it out for Halloween with some of my friends.  We went as a troop of Brownies.*  KA – Thanks again for organizing the outfits!  I had a great time.  Sensible Brownie signing out.  (Yes, that’s right, I get all the sexy nicknames.)

* And for those of you who are thinking it, yes, yes, I realize this costume may be somewhat problematic (in the same way that Abercrombie & Fitch ads featuring young children/teens are problematic), but in the name of not over-analyzing, let’s leave it at the fact that I recognize the problems inherent in the costume.  But I don’t like thinking too hard.  It hurts my brain. 

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