I have a confession. I think I'm addicted to American politics.

I know that as a proud Canadian and CBC employee no less, I should be pushing the homegrown, but face it... with few exceptions, Canadian politics are about as exciting to watch as golf, whereas American politics are not unlike professional wrestling. Just when you think it's about to get boring, somebody jumps into the ring swinging a chair. What can I say? I'm in it for the travesty.

Such was the case early this week. I figured I had kicked the habit this summer, and up until last week I was doing great, but then the sex scandal involving the now-ex-Congressman Mark Foley broke, and I knew it was all over. This was a cage match I couldn't resist.

Next thing you know I'm binging on Malkin, Foosballs, C&L, and Americablog. I even found myself checking out Drudge after spotting it on Christiansen's monitor this morning, which is when it dawned on me that I've suffered a total relapsed.

It doesn't sound all that bad, but trust me. It is. When I get home tonight I'll likely plunk my wee boy down in front of the teevee just so I can visit Technorati and see what's gone down in the few hours since I last checked. Nasty.

They say that the first step in getting over something like this is acknowledging that you have a problem. And so I send this plea directly to my own brain. Can I please stop paying attention now? I'll feed you stuff like this instead. Deal?