FHC just can’t turn it off

On these trips where I spend a lot of time confined in Hotel Rooms and meetings, there is always a significant part of my nights (estimated to 22.7% by my data collection services) that I spend sadly hypnotized, staring at the TV set. I just zapp incessantly from one channel to another and cannot find the strength to just go to bed even if I feel completely exhausted. It is so strange. It’s like some kind of a post-traumatic stress syndrome, after days of hard work I just scotch blankly in front of bad TV and endless documentaries. Sometimes I watch successively five credits rolling as if I was hoping to recognize some familiar name. It's frustrating as hell as it contributes to tire me even more – and we know the potentially dramatic result in the morning - which makes me increasingly stressed out and eventually makes me stay in front of TV even later the night after. Sometimes it even is worrying because I have no idea when my arm will obey to my command of letting it go and turn off the monster. I wish my Austrian nanny would just show up and scream at me “Lieber eich mein monkey!!!, go play outside”. Just yesterday night I watched powerless some boring stuff from 11 p.m. to 12:45 a.m. (a little bit of Peter Pan which I had already watched twice earlier this week and some unconvincing preacher). I believe that anyway I don’t see anything at all as – LL could confirm – I need to be very close to the monitor to distinguish anything.

I suspect that what motivates me is identical to what motivates British people (and incidentally Kevin W.) to get drunk at the Pub after work on weekdays: check that they are still alive and silently protest against the corporate machine which leads them to devote entire part of their homosexual lives to working. Another explanation could be that Kevin D. and I have no cable in DC. We lost cable in horrible circumstances. Or perhaps I am secretly hoping that finally some gay porn will show up on CNN or RTL2 if I wait long enough (this is actually a highly probable reason as I get as horny as your average Kevin D. in those trips).

Pcitures on this entry have been provided by dearest LL who wanted to confirm that he is not only messing up my gorgeous bedroom when I am present. Don’t forget this is open house at FHC tonight !

Comments

[LL]

And see, I stayed up last night watching women's figure skating until 12.30pm, which is almost like gay porn. Or at least it brings out the same homosexual appetites.

[kevin d.]

no, dear fhc, no matter how horny you get, you never get as horny as kevin d. gets. trust me on this one.

[Damien]

Is that an Evidence book I see on the floor?? If so, god bless you, you will never understand hearsay.