tee vee, I has

YESTERDAY:

1. Get up.
2. Go over to Mom’s house to do laundry.
3. Cook Mom and Stepdad dinner of delicious salmon and mashed potatoes and Indian corn and yogurt salad (thanks, DS and Personal Trainer: Cooking)
4. Finish laundry around 10ish, shove laundry in car, head towards home.
5. Hear Mom, out of the blue, ask: “so do you want a decent TV for Christmas?”
6. Go “well, sure!” on account of my current TV being a) teeny and b) in need of a converter box
7. Hear Mom go “Okay! …let’s go get it now! :D”
8. Go “UM WAIT WAT WELL OKAY I GUESS SURE :D”
9. Arrive at Wal-Mart.
10. Purchase largest TV I have ever owned (27″)
11. Wrestle 27″ TV up stairs.
12. Realize there is no fucking way I can get this TV out of the box and onto a table by myself .
13. Have brilliant idea.
14. Wrestle 27″ TV, still in box, onto coffee table.
15. Cut box off TV one side at a time, carefully wiggle box and styrofoam and other packing shit out from under TV.
16. Hook up PS2, play Fatal Frame in 27″ glory.

I had to go buy a good antenna for it today, but it still doesn’t seem to pick up UHF stations worth shit. Which won’t matter once the DTV switcheroo happens, but oh well.

My point is: TV. \o/

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