monk, charmed, buffy or friends?

sitting on an old couch watching the telly in a stupor. clicking buttons on the remote doesn't take much effort. maybe the reason i can't switch it off is that i'm afraid of the moment of silence between this and my next distraction, reading fiction (not foucault!) in the park.

i don't want to think. maybe i deserve a break from thinking. can hope for the future protect you from thoughts? the cliff has been climbed and the precipice towers below my feet. and i simply change the channel.