The opposite of progress...

If this post had a theme song, it would be Journey's Don't Stop Believin' . I can't stop believin', otherwise my last post will have been for naught. That's right...my resolutions have taken a plunge in the last 24 hours, but I am bound and determined to get back on the bus (a little shout out to Mrs. King from 10th Grade English!).

Yesterday when I got home from work, in addition to eating an entire box of Raisinettes (they were delicious...thanks Kati!), I watched M*A*S*H for about exactly three hours. I turned it on thinking I would take a nap to the dulcet tones of Hawkeye's voice and Radar's charisma, but I just kept watching...and there were tons of episodes on the TiVo. My need to clear off the list beat my need to actually do something with myself. Never fear...today, I have new resolve to at least take a nap and read a few chapters in Catch 22. If I write it here, it makes it even worse if I don't do it. Wish me luck!

Also, my patience in driving has been tested the last couple days. I did so great on the way home from work yesterday in the snow (Hmmm, can I blame my television-watching on that? Ok, ok...probably not.), even when it took me twice as long to get home as it usually does. This morning, I was headed out in the depths of the snow--come on, my kingdom for a snow plow!--and there was a guy walking...in the middle of the dang road! I got around him ok, and then I went to turn on University Ave. I waited...and waited...I was not chancing anything with the weather conditions the way they were. Same guy comes walking up and goes to jaywalk RIGHT WHERE I WAS FINALLY GOING TO GET TO TURN! I actually screamed--it was high-pitched and fuming...like a tea kettle or something. I'm going to chalk this one up to winter, though. Hate it.

So I slipped. Got lax. Found myself falling back into old habits. I'm human! Let me try again, please.