Bloggery is an interesting thing. I began to see if I would keep it up, and admittedly, I've been slack. But when I write, I like what comes out. Problem is that the people who read me are so funny and wise sometimes, and I feel like I have to keep up, even though nothing noteworthy has been happening to me lately.

Lately I've been thinking about why that is.

I think I'm in a rut.

On Thursday I slept though my alarm and didn't get to work until about 11.

No. One. Noticed.

And despite the fact that I have almost nothing to do most of the time I'm there, I'm exhausted after a day at work. All I can think about is getting home to a cold one. I think it's time for a new job.

I always say that I don’t have an addictive personality because I genuinely enjoy my vices. But my beer consumption is starting to scare me a little.

If there’s a bottle of liquor in the house, I will drink it steadily until it’s gone, but I usually won’t go get another one. But even in the nastiest BC rainstorm I will slog my way out to get more beer. I genuinely like beer, but lately I've been thinking that it's becoming a habit, because I'm not being creative enough when it comes to my evening activities.

I bought a 24 of Sleeman’s Honey Lager one Friday, because I was expecting friends to come over on the weekend. By Monday morning, the 24 was gone, and there were a lot of other empties in the house. I realized that my friends had brought their own beer and that I’d drunk 23 of the 24...and I didn’t really remember feeling drunk at all. Not because I drank my memory away…because I think beer has stopped making me drunk.

Today I am going to start not drinking beer for a month, just to see if I can manage it. There is always the chance that something will replace it, and I’m hoping it’s not TV.

Now, I’m far from being a TV guy. I haven’t had cable in about seven years, and I’m pleased as punch about that due to the excessive amount of time I spent watching Three’s Company reruns and the like back in my square-eyed youth. Most of those shows are best left in the memory, because to watch them now just depresses me because by and large they’re really really terrible. Seriously. Don't watch an old episode of Scooby-Doo as an adult, because it will make you cry with its terribility. Leave it in the memory. It's much better there.

Instead of spending all that time learning languages or how to play a musical instrument, I spent it making myself retarded, and very good at pop culture Trivial Pursuit.

I stopped watching TV when I moved to Japan several years ago. I couldn’t understand what they were saying on TV there, so I started to recognize just how stupid programmers expect their viewers to be. Like many smart and capable people, I can’t stand being condescended to, so I had to stop watching it. I got drunk a lot instead, because if I have to choose between my brain and my liver, my brain wins.

When I returned to Canada, I turned on the TV at mumsy’s house but turned off the sound. The ads were even worse than in Japan, because they didn't even have that Engrish kitsch. I haven’t gone back.

I thought I was safe...then came DVDs.

And 24.

Last weekend I was watching the third season of 24. I don't have manic depression, but when it comes to that show, I have a satanic obsession. I should have known better. Here I am trying to update my portfolio, and what do I do? I go rent an addictive 24-episode TV show.

The last time I had a season of 24 at home, I didn't sleep and I called in sick on a Monday. This time I had a little more restraint, but mostly because I really don't want to get fired. The only strategy I had was to kill the show in as short a time as possible. I did this by locking the doors, turning my phone off, unplugging my ethernet cable, and telling my friends I was going to Victoria.

Is it normal to feel this antagonistic towards something so enjoyable? Or this ashamed?

Maybe I should take up knitting.