And speaking of stuck in some twilight zone, I called and argued with the satellite company again. I paid more money, but the stupid new DVR won't be here until Jan 5. So I got this brainstorm (obsessive thought I couldn't let go of) that I would be able to unplug the DVR from our bedroom and hook it up to the main TV which hasn't had any TV for six months. A couple of hours later, I'm watching Voyager reruns. Which means I succeeded in outsmarting the stupid thing and got it jury-rigged to the main TV for the next 2 weeks. Because otherwise, anyone wanting to watch bowl games would be watching them in my bedroom. But all that obsessive pondering left me pretty drained. And obviously susceptible to bad TV. I have nothing against Voyager, nothing against Ellen DeGeneres, but it's just not something I normally do...stare at TV for hours during the day, idly flipping channels.
Oh and I won't even mention the headfirst dive into the reese's peanut butter cups. No, that wasn't a pretty sight.
Frog Out
