This is your brain on TV

I had forgotten what a powerful anaesthetic television is for the mind. I came back to my hotel room just beat, ready to do another RGI flop into oblivion. Had Jeff not told me about the Subway down the street, I would never have even powered up to get something to eat. But I turned on the TV while I ate, and suddenly I was watching some vapid Vin Diesel movie, and in spite of my usually good taste, I kept watching. The thinking part of my brain kept rolling it's eyes, but the stress of the day started to fade . . . and then a little Law and Order, and a bit of a Julia Roberts movie, and I had almost, almost forgotten how depressing it is to be away from home in some hotel. Not that it made me happy, exactly . . . just dulled the pain. And maybe there are times when dull is not so bad . . .