Tis the season to watch House. We all know that Patricia and I have a television addiction. We don't actually watch live tv, but we get addicted to shows that we "must" own. Our newest must--and I say 'our' because, while I've adored House in the past, I wasn't addicted to him until Mom received seasons one and two for Christmas, and Patricia didn't watch much House at all until her mom received season four for Christmas--is...well if you haven't guessed you should just take a bullet right now. Seriously. I have no patience for dumb.Anyhow, I just thought I'd begin my new year on that note.
Resolutions? Not really: be healthy and productive. Have fun. Do something. Don't waste another year! Yeah, I waste years. I eat them for supper. They taste like chicken.
I also dislike people. Like people, neighbors, other than K and H--I really don't like them. I could do without most of them. And I really wish noobs could have their own floor. Anyhow, that's my House moment for the day. People hatin'. Sometimes I thinkI should live in a world with only, say, a dozen people allowed. Can we say "Eden".
Onward...I feel so lost without procrastination. Oh, wait, I am procrastinating: I should be writing right now... Well, I guess I can't get away for too long, can I?
Goodnight for now.
