This was going to be a post about not watching TV for over thirty hours because of the "hurricane" that caused our power to go out.
I was going to talk about what TV means to me. How it keeps me warm. Happy. Sane.
How it's on even when I ain't watching.
How it's been with me for most of my life.
How I've never gone thirty plus hours without it.
My withdrawal pains.
My shows I missed (True Blood!)
It was going to make you sad.
TV is TV and it should always be on in my house.
And I was going to make all sorts of witty comments on how No TV makes No sense.
And on and on and on.
And then I remembered something.
We went out to eat last night and we watched TV at the bar.
So I basically didn't watch TV the normal amount of time I don't watch TV.
And all is right with the world.
Or something.
2 comments:
I do feel sad. You're clearly putting a positive spin on a tragic situation. How can you face having no tv because of a tropical storm power outage so bravely? And to have to suffer the indignity of having to get in your car and drive somewhere to watch someone else's tv- it's horrible, really. Hang in there- hopefully your ordeal will end soon!
TV is a vast wasteland located inside IANO's head
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