Karma.

Karma is a bitch...I'll get back to that in a sec...

I woke up today, but didn't get out of bed, except to pee.  I laid here lazily, reading Fly Away Home and basking in the warmth that Jennifer Weiner books always seem to emit.   Finally, on page 298, I put the book down and descend the stairs.  I decided to make soup because I was starving, and it's been raining here for about 2 months, and it feels like October not June...so I want soup.

I decide to root through the freezer for vegetables to throw in the soup.  Instead, I do a quick freezer clean out.  I found two things that would become my lunch instead of soup.  A meatloaf tv dinner, and a brand new unopened box of Thin Mints.  OMG. 

So I nuke my tv dinner and I make lemonade and I settle myself in the living room with my found food treasures and the remote.  I think, hmmm, I want something simple and funny and comforting.  I skip past the home remodeling shows and OWN network...skip skip skip until I see, on TNT, a listing for the movie, YOU GOT MAIL.  Ah, Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks?  Does it get any better?  It's been on for about an hour but thanks to Time Warner Cable, I can just hit the little blue button and TADA, the movie starts over...just like magic.

I settle in.  I do not leave the chair.  I refuse to get up on commercial breaks, because I know, once I'm up I'll start cleaning or doing laundry or click click clicking away on the world wide web and, NO, I want to watch this movie. 

So I sit...and I watch.  I laugh and I cry.  I even pause at one point, make Magnum come down the stairs to see that the cashier in the movie is being played by Dr. Torez, from Grey's Anatomy.  During a few commercial breaks my mind would wander, I start thinking of all of the productive things I could be doing.

But I didn't budge.  Good movie, lemonade, belly full....

But, as I've mentioned...Karma is a cunt...because about 5 minutes before the show is over, our cable box decides it needs to reboot.

I don't think I've been that dedicated to a movie, while at home, in a long time.  I'm always flitting around.  I never just sit for 2 hours...ever. 

And, that is why Karma can suck my balls.