The Day That Was Vs. The Day That Wasn't

My day began a little before 9 with me dreaming that I was at work and that the phone was ringing. Despite the fact that I had answered it, the phone insisted on continuing to ring.
After a couple of more rings I realized that I was at home, in bed, and that my phone was ringing.
Between the time it took for me to figure out what was going on and to get to the living room, where the phone was ringing, the phone had stopped ringing and the call had rolled over to voicemail.
I figured that it had either been my mother calling a bit early for some reason or a wrong number. I checked my voicemail, and the fact that the caller had hung up seemed to confirm the wrong number theory.
Still, I was up, and decided to keep the phone close at hand in case it rang again, which it did several minutes later.
It had, in fact, been my mother calling earlier, and she wondered where I had been earlier and I explained that I had been sleeping.
In a reversal of the usual order of things on Monday mornings, I went for a walk after I finished talking to my mother.
Once I got home I sat down to watch the first episode of “My Fair Brady,” which I had recorded last night.
Most of you are probably aware that I hate reality shows, as I’ve written about my antipathy towards them several times.
While I do hate the “Survivors,” “Apprentices,” and “Fear Factors” of the world, I do actually enjoy the “Celebreality” shows that air on VH-1.
I find these a little less annoying than the other kinds of shows simply because the people who participate in them are not “real” people, or the kinds of people at least touted as being “real” on the other shows. These shows focus on celebrities, of various kinds (some of whom actually were made famous on other reality shows), and provide much more entertainment than watching people eat bugs or try to pretend not to stare at Trump’s ridiculously bad hair-do.
Why do I find these shows more entertaining than their non-celebrity brethren? It’s difficult to say, though I think it has something to do with the group dynamic involved when bringing together a bunch of B and C list celebrities together. I suppose also that I find it a little more palatable to watch celebrities behave badly than to watch “normal” people behave badly. After all, we expect celebrities to be out of touch with reality and to behave like spoiled children. “Real” people are supposed to know better.
But whatever the case, I do enjoy watching shows like “The Surreal Life,” and now, “My Fair Brady,” which is actually a spin-off from the last season of “Surreal Life.”
The show focuses on the continuing romance that developed between Adrianne Curry, 23, the winner of the first season of “America’s Next Top Model,” and Christopher Knight, 47, most famous for the role of Peter Brady on “The Brady Bunch,” when Curry and Knight were housemates on the fourth season of “Surreal Life.”
So far it looks to be pretty entertaining.
After I finished watching that I decided to take a nap and ended up zonking out for about three and a half hours.
And that was my day as it actually unfolded.
Now, I was supposed to head to the movies to see “The Exorcism of Emily Rose” with Brian and Scott, but that plan was shelved due to the fact that Brian got sick over the weekend.
Yesterday Scott and I were discussing it and decided that we should give Brian a hard time for getting “sick” in order to avoid seeing a scary movie.
I concluded, though, that he’s a pussy no matter what.
Either he’s a pussy for chickening out of seeing the movie, or he’s a pussy for letting a cold kick his ass.
I’m kidding, of course; I thought Brian was a pussy long before this.
In all honesty, I have to admit that I’m pretty impressed that Brian has had such a long run of decent health. Usually his punk-ass immune system conks out on a pretty regular basis.
Okay, I guess that’s enough pointless Brian-bashing for one entry, though given how uneventful my day was that doesn’t really leave me much else to write about, so I guess that’ll actually do it for now.