Geez, I tell you what, there is a certain downside to being home sick and not actually being of mind enough to do any work. Daytime television. There. I said it. It's out there. Now let us break it down.
On the plus side you have... no wait...um....hang on hang on, let me think...ah... Well look - here is a confession - there is a positive and it is being able to watch Neighbours twice a day. I know I know. I am despicable. I wholeheartedly agree. It is awful but in a very amusing way. Here you have fantastic cringe-tv. The best in fact.
You have that little wanna-be-pop-starlet-paris-hilton-try-hard-not-quite-jason-donovan Stephanie Mackintosh walking around for half an hour undertaking some brilliant method acting. Wow. What a talent. She is amazing. All she needs to do to let us know all about the trials and tribulations of being a late teens pregnant woman is....wait for it...it's quality...She has one hand on her stomach at all times. All times. Amazing. I could not have summed it up better myself. What a talent...
I was telling my friend Megs about this as she is newly pregnant and a little bit lost as to what to do with her hands. Sums it up. Of course! She says. And here was me thinking that all I should really be doing was concerning myself with Betas and blood tests and the possibility of miscarriage!
Oh poor Megs. Where would she have been without Neighbours to light the way of Truth.
Neighbours also offers post-modernist theories on relationships. Bingo! Have sex with everyone who lives in your street and in particular, your psycho boss who has a fetish for killing people and if that doesn't grab you, the brother of your ex-boyfriend OR the ex-boyfriend of your best friend OR...I could go on.
Again, wow. My life is sorted. What was I thinking. Here was l'il ol' me, pondering life's What Ifs and whilst wasting my time concerning myself with being a better person and focusing on finding love and committment and honesty, I have completely overlooked the Truth!
Oh Neighbours...thankyou... *sob*