The television on the main floor is so loud that I’ve fled to the basement and am checking blogs I don’t even like, just to waste time because I cannot sleep with that racket going. This would at least kill time quietly, except the only other person awake in the house is, apparently, feeling lonely, and has come downstairs to keep me company, handing photos over my shoulder, humming in my ear, occasionally announcing the shameful deaths of small children in various spots around the world, and, yes,
LEAVING THE TELEVISION GOING FULL BLAST IN THE OTHER ROOM.
I may kill someone soon.
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Maybe if you’re looking for something to post you could plug my friends’ new web comic? :)
Gimme a few days. I’m still on the road.
Where the hell are you, TV hell?
Come visit us again. We still have your bottle of wine, and a gift, waiting.
Ontariariario. TV Hell indeed.
I’m still amazed I got out of there without strangling someone. At the airport, the TV junkies were so hard up they were staring at the ARRIVALS/DEPARTURES screens, I swear to god.
When can I get a ride up? Y’all coming down this way again? I’ve got a ton of work to do, but payday is always indefinite.