Have you ever found yourself in the middle of an activity and just stopped and said to yourself, "what am I doing?" Well, that was me all last week. You see, the computer went away on a week long hiatus to be outfitted for more memory, and I was on the end of my illness and confined to my home. That left very little for me to do, outside of read, text/talk on the phone and watch back to back to back episodes of CSI every day. And not one of the lame knock offs; the real one that takes place here, in Vegas. Needless to say, I would sleep in, and when I woke up, I would turn the tv on to the Spike channel and proceed to help the crime scene investigators find their murderer. Come to find out, I'm pretty freaking good at it.
So this was my routine for four days straight: wake up, CSI, other tv, bed. Pretty lame if you ask me, and I was the one doing it. And as it happened, I was the person having the out of body experience staring back at me wondering why I was wasting my life away like that. If I was in the movie "Seven" or "Saw", I would have been targeted for being so lazy and for my lack of contribution to society. It was disgusting. I was disgusted, but I couldn't turn away. It wasn't until I dreamed of solving crimes twice in a row, that I decided to take a stand.
The computer found its way home on Sunday, which allowed me to continue the job search and do some creative writing this week. I feel so much better about myself now that I am not parked in front of the tv. My dreams have returned to their normal state of creative confusion, which I will welcome anytime over solving murders in my sleep.
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