American Idol starts again tonight, and I mean it this time: I am going to try, really hard, not to watch. Last year was the first that I got sucked in from the very start, watching all the cattle calls and tryouts, cringing each time Simon was nasty (suffice to say, I was cringing a lot). Then there were the narrowing down episodes, and the final cuts, not to mention the outtakes and wrap up specials. People: this show is a full time commitment. And I just don’t think I have it in me. After all, I’m already sucked into five hours of Starting Over a week (and if you’re not watching that show, you’re missing out on the story of Bethany, the amnesiac from Olin, NC, and I pity you). Anyway, my point is I think my time can be better spent than watching three (three!) nights of Idol a week. Plus, there’s the fact that my husband would certainly object, big time. So that’s that.

It’s not like there aren’t other things I should be doing. Like: reading quality Literature. Last night I finished Allende’s “The House of the Spirits,” which, while by no means an easy read, was really, really good. The kind of book that gives you a little chill—in a good way—when you read the last line. It also made me realize that I’ve been reading a lot of fun, but not exactly weighty, books lately. It’s been awhile since I’ve had to work while I read, and felt challenged. It’s a good thing, sometimes. Although now I may delve into some chick lit. Then, it’s on to Anne Tyler. See? I’m filling time already!

have a good day everyone!