I did something radical today. Potentially life changing, albeit on a very, very small scale.
I cancelled my subscription to cable TV.
What's the big deal about that, you may ask? Well, I'm an addict. A hardcore addict. I fully admit I have a problem. TV has always been my friend. When I've needed to relax, the solution has almost always been to go stretch out on the couch and watch something brainless. When I've found myself unable to sleep, it's been there for me -- why just last night when insomnia hit hard, I found a midnight broadcast of "8 Mile". It did the job. TV has also filled empty time -- I've wasted countless hours watching "Road House" for the thirty-seventh time or learning how to make some exotic main course that I'll never attempt since I really don't care much for most seafood.
Today, at least, I quit. Cold turkey even -- our "local" stations are thirty-odd miles away and reception is just about non-existent without an antenna (which I lack). No TV for you.
I expect the withdrawal shakes to set in no later than 10:00 p.m. Is there a patch or pill for this sort of thing? And how long does it take to clean TV out of your system?
I'm hoping to make the decision stick until football season, at least, but I'd put the over/under on how long I last at about six weeks. I suppose that this may make me even more of a social misfit than I am already, since I won't know who won "Survivor" or got kicked off "American Idol". Oh, well. Wait. That rationalization for reconnection won't fly, since I already haven't been watching those shows (or any other current series, other than bits and pieces of "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition").
Tangentially, at least, this also has to do with poker. I obviously won't be catching WPT reruns or Celebrity Poker Letdown. And since the cable modem was part of the package, it's not looking like I'll be playing (or blogging) for a few days, at least until I get myself signed up with the much, much cheaper local wifi provider.
The second-guessing begins right now.