a bad, bad choice

For what's probably the 12th week in a row, I blew off going to meditation tonight, effectively negating any chance for me to interact with live, friendly, like-minded people.

Instead, I opted to watch 5 consecutive episodes of Father Ted on DVD, leaving me with a moderate guilt complex, a new appreciation for the myriad uses of the word "feck", and an inexplicable crush on Ardal O'Hanlon.

The good times never end, here in my little room...