Why do something when you can do nothing?

I did what I had planned to do this weekend- nothing. Well, I did see Cary Brothers on Friday, then we went to the Cat & Fiddle afterwards, where I proceeded to get crazy drunk. But not in the making a scene sort of intoxicated, more in the having an extremely long conversations about nothing sort of alcohol induced quasi-rant. Good times. Saturday I did nothing, b/c that's what I had planned to do and b/c I was super hungover. I was only exposed to sunlight when I went to get food...or when my blinds blew open due to a sudden gust of wind. I did watch "City of God" that night...which I loved. So that made me feel a little sense of accomplishment, actually watching one of my Netflix orders. Sunday, I played housewife, as Ashley worked and I did our laundry (4 loads...and there's still more to be done) and cleaned the apt. So I spent my day watching Celebrity Blackjack until Six Feet Under, then became addicted to a new show, Growing up Gotti. Why do I love these reality shows? Why!!! I'm so ashamed. I'm actually hanging my head down in disappointment as I type. This show, about Victoria Gotti and her 3 sons, isn't even that great. It's just the boys fighting and acting like little goombah's (sp?) while Victoria talks about how hard it is to be a single mom through a voice over. But I watched it, like the sucker I am. I can't wait until next weekend when I have money. Though I enjoyed being a lazy a**....it made coming back to work more depressing than usual. I need more coffee.
Reagan