it's time for bed, just get over it

Languishing on the couch after hours of television, streams of advertisements burying the actual program whine and whiz past my mind, barely registering at this point. 

A zebra takes a lipstick out of her purse and fixes her makeup while a crocodile lies in wait. The zebra goes into the water for a dip and get pulled under water by the hungry crocodile. A few still seconds pass and the zebra emerges victorious, a new crocodile handbag hanging in the crook of her elbow.

Wait, what? Did I just see that, like, with my eyes? It's when you can't even comprehend the stupidity, somehow justify it in your mind, or even properly ignore it that you know it's time for bed, or a good book, or human contact...or all of the above.

TV just sucks me in. I could blame it on the fact that the shows are so good but, really, who's going to buy that? I think it's a lack of personal motivation, to get up and actually do what needs to be done in the next hours before sleep. 

Speaking of sleep...'night!