Television and the Dying Sanity

The amount of television consumed in my household is unreal. And none of it's really valid, or even consumed properly. My family spend their time making up what they can with tail ends and segments of dramas and films they've already seen before.

Which is why I'll be heading to the library soon enough. Flicking through various radio dramas has done me well. But the walk should eliminate the calories I've been playing with lately.

And the poetry should resurrect braincells. The ones I've lost after exposure to the woman's magazine type material on the box.

Surely it won't be like this forever. Not for me anyway.