Because I watched THIS last night. I'm surrounded by books, some of them works of great literature, ALL of them better than watching Britney's veiny boobs hang out of her top. I have DVDs. I have cable, with lots of options. But I watched Britney cry instead. If you have now lost all respect for me, I completely understand. I have, too. I need a bath with some comet to feel clean again, I think.