Here's a recap of what I've been doing instead:
I've discovered that home ownership comes with lots of trips to Home Depot. Lightbulbs, weatherstripping stuff, little weird screws I don't know the name of, returning lightbulbs because they're the wrong size, looking at rugs, coming back to buy a rug, command strips, garbage cans, a strip of wood to hang a quilt with, more lightbulbs, looking at christmas trees, coming back to buy a christmas tree...it's a good thing Home Depot is about 6 blocks away from me.
My sister told me about this show this summer and said she stayed up almost all night watching it. At the time I thought that sounded silly and foolish - staying up all night for a stupid TV show? Well...I did the same thing last weekend. This show has serial killers! Sexually fluid detectives! Scottish accents! Cliffhanger endings! Plus it's only like 10 episodes long, so you can enjoy your binge in a day and then go back to normal life and things like regular pants and tooth brushing. Strangely enough, I also found this to be one of the most feminist shows I've seen, which is another reason I think I loved it so much.
It's been awhile since I've read a book that has engaged me right from the get-go and that I think about throughout the day. This is a murder mystery narrated by three different women, and because they're either alcoholic, mentally unstable, devious liars, or all three you can't really trust what anybody says. This makes for a disorienting but compelling read. I haven't finished it - I have about 80 pages left, and still no clue whodunnit.