Addiction
There are some days you remember as life changing.
Last October, I experienced one of those days. No, I didn't climb Mount Everest, didn't win the lottery, didn't rescue a child from a burning building or save a cat from a tree.
I got DVR and my life has never been the same.
Some might say I have a problem. Gossip Girl, House, 90210, How I met Your Mother, The Office, Lipstick Jungle, Greys Anatomy, Ugly Betty and Oprah (don't even try to start with me on that one) just to name a few. Some days I come home and my DVR is over 80% full. Ah, the beauty and joy that brings to my face...no longer do I need to feel pressured to rush home and catch my favorite show, or feel stressed at dinner that my friend is gabbing too much about the new man in her life as I sneak countless glances at my watch counting down how many more minutes I can let her go on before I am "ill" and need to depart just to get home 10 minutes after my show has started. Ugh, was it really that important for you to share all of those details with me? Drama Drama Drama.
But, no longer do I stress. Sure, go on about yourself, the girl at work that makes that annoying clicking sound with her mouth or the guy you almost spoke to at Starbucks. Tell me 20 more times. I'm in no rush.
My shows are resting patiently for me on my DVR just waiting for me to get home and start the viewing.
My blood pressure has also gone down since the start of my DVR obsession.
Direct correlation? How could it not be.
Last October, I experienced one of those days. No, I didn't climb Mount Everest, didn't win the lottery, didn't rescue a child from a burning building or save a cat from a tree.
I got DVR and my life has never been the same.
Some might say I have a problem. Gossip Girl, House, 90210, How I met Your Mother, The Office, Lipstick Jungle, Greys Anatomy, Ugly Betty and Oprah (don't even try to start with me on that one) just to name a few. Some days I come home and my DVR is over 80% full. Ah, the beauty and joy that brings to my face...no longer do I need to feel pressured to rush home and catch my favorite show, or feel stressed at dinner that my friend is gabbing too much about the new man in her life as I sneak countless glances at my watch counting down how many more minutes I can let her go on before I am "ill" and need to depart just to get home 10 minutes after my show has started. Ugh, was it really that important for you to share all of those details with me? Drama Drama Drama.
But, no longer do I stress. Sure, go on about yourself, the girl at work that makes that annoying clicking sound with her mouth or the guy you almost spoke to at Starbucks. Tell me 20 more times. I'm in no rush.
My shows are resting patiently for me on my DVR just waiting for me to get home and start the viewing.
My blood pressure has also gone down since the start of my DVR obsession.
Direct correlation? How could it not be.
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