I had suffered through the preliminary stages of this last semester. It took a month of free time for the symptoms to fully develop, though. Having to help my stepmother at work in January only slowed the progression. My nights were still free. Addiction to Comedy Central is just the beginning, though.
Rock bottom is far more merciless, and much farther down the road.
The worst is that I feel a slightly naughty pleasure watching Gumby or Scooby Doo, much akin to how guys feel when they are sitting around and someone pops in a porn. The slightly naughty feeling, not the extremely naughty one. Maybe I had better compare it to the guilty pleasure girls take in a good mocha cappuccino that's not fat free. I feel a tingle because I'm not supposed to be able to have this much fun. Then there's always HGTV and Animal Planet.