It’s been nearly a year since I last moved to a new apartment. I had forgotten to setup the DVD player in my bedroom when I last moved. Its lonely, powerless, form has been sitting on a shelf gathering dust for the last twelve months.

One of my nightly rituals, a year ago, had always been to pop in one of my anime DVD’s in order to watch an episode or two before I went to sleep. It was the primary reason I bought videos. I suppose it was simple laziness that kept me from taking the five minutes of work I would have had to endure to get the components connected.

I gather that the simplicity of the endeavor is the reason I had felt I could put it off until I actually wanted to watch something. The fact remains that there have been many times I’ve wanted to view a show before drifting off to dream land, but the thought always persisted that I could setup the player the next day or in the morning for the next night.

That night would come, and that night would go. The sun would rise and set, as seen in the lights across my room beaming in from my window. Yet the DVD player sat, unplugged, unconnected, but not unwanted. I did want to connect my lonely DVD player. I so wanted to watch and enjoy some love story or adventure.

Even now, I could simply walk over. I could give life to the device that had brought me such joy, only a year prior. But, just a moment ago, I told myself that I would do it tomorrow and blog about it today.