its hard to fight a fundamental principle of classical physics...

I woke up this morning still tired, sleepy, and unable to shrug off the weight of the upcoming day. As I muddled my way through another day, I hit the familiar morning milestones and readied myself. I walked into the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge only to come across some leftover pancakes from the Social House. Light, airy, blueberry cakes that went straight into the microwave. Instinctively, my hand began to fidget and twitch, searching for the television remote. I hadn't watched television in several hours and I could feel the familiar symptoms of withdrawal, the outcome of the physical and psychological dependance. It was here, at this pivotal juncture in my life, on a Wednesday morning, with a half-eaten pancake in my mouth, that I realized the inertia of this morning routine. As the television flickered into existence, my eyes began to gloss over. I felt my hand relax...the drug worked. How many more mornings would be devoured in this fashion - lost to a mindless circus of images and poor dialogue. How much more of this mindless banter could I endure. I called DirecTV, the pushers of this profane programming, and requested a cancellation. They knew that my contract had expired and they threw incentive after incentive. How about a DVR? How about additional channels? How about paying a little less for the programming that is already ruining your life? After 45 minutes on the phone, and being passed around among several service representatives strewn somewhere across Southeast Asia, I achieved victory. The cable has been canceled... And with that, this first blog post is born. D, i love you terribly, and I know you'll see the wisdom in this. After all, i woke up this morning. For an ER doc, that's a start isn't it?