Last night, I finally discovered what PBS is really good for, and why we call it a public service…
For the past couple of days, I have been getting sick. It’s really not a violent “I’m going to die” sickness, but anyone who knows me really well, knows that I have absolutely no patience for being sick. My life should be discomfort-free, in my estimation. So when I get sick, I have to go through all the phases of grieving, with a blind-rage step added in.
So I’m sick, and can’t breathe, which also means I couldn’t sleep last night. After trying everything I could imagine to get comfortable enough to drift off (including having the King’s Singers lull me away with a comotose rendition of MLK: “Sleep… Sleep Tonight… and may your dreams be realized”)
As a last resort, I gave up, went and laid on the couch, and turned on “War Plane”, the PBS documentary I had recorded earlier that day. (If I’m going to be up, I might as well be spoon fed some kind of useless knowledge.)
I was dead asleep in 15 minutes.
NO COMMENT ON BROOKE BEING VOTED OFF I AM SADDENED…
Ha ha ha ha ha! I actually happen to like PBS. They have been running through the complete collection of Jane Austen’s novels this year and have actually done a good job as well. Of course, that may be a chick thing…
So now I’m blog stalking you, too!