Stories are drugs of addiction.

As the Winter darkness and weather creeps into my consciousness and I find myself looking at the couch longingly, I wonder at the desire to fill up the gap in physical activity day with stories.

Whether its amazing books, movies, radio, good or even terrible television, stories are definitely my preferred Wintertime drug of addiction.

Is this just laziness, regression to the years of being read to in my childhood (all snuggled up in bed) or some sort of psycho therapy? I dont know, but the continued search for a good story well told is hard habit to kick.....