This is hard for me..

I'm not sure how I feel about you anymore.

In the beginning, everything was great; I couldn't get enough of you. You seemed perfect, and I couldn't wait to find out more about you every day. You seemed to like me, too. You tried to find out little things about me, things that would make me happy. You did your best.

But maybe everything seemed so perfect because it was the beginning of something new. The novelty. Novelty is always entrancing, isn't it?

Now it's wearing off, and I'm finding myself irritated by you.

Last Wednesday night, for example. I asked you to do one tiny thing -- something small, something I knew you could handle. Try to imagine how I felt when I came home and you hadn't done it. You let me down. Big time.

So now I find myself re-evaluating everything. You take up too much of my time. You're behaving erratically. I'm not sure if I can take much more of this. And yet, I know I'll never let you go. I'm a creature of habit, and I've built my life around you. I know I'll keep you around for that reason alone.

Goddamn you, TiVo. You're fucking ruining my life.