The Lost Plum…

I was flipping through bad TV tonight trying to find something to watch and ended up settling on DEAD LIKE ME (on dvd).  Another ShowTime series which was cancelled way before it should have been.  Anyways, if you don’t know the show you should, and if you do I’ll try not to go into to many details.  Anyways, so there is the character of Delores. Delores is the typical older (spinster type) woman.  Although, she is very active, she still falls into that stereotype: living alone, best friend is a cat, knits, does crafts, and does far to much social networking (the spinsters of today are social network rockstars)

So as I watch it right now, and she is discussing the soon to be death of her cat. I’m thinking about the sadness that is my depressing  non-cat-filled life.

I’m watching TV on DVD which I’ve seen at least 5 times, eating cereal, and twittering while writing this.

(reason #___why I’m single: I think cereal is a food group on it’s own)