Four months back I waged war against my solemn belief that TVs are mind numbing instruments of pure evil. After YEARS of living a chaste life, I brought one into my home.
I was going through a tough time and hoped the TV could help me unwind at night.
Instead, I continue to stare at its black screen in contempt.
Considering I've watched the idiot box less than 10 ten times since getting it, I'm returning to my roots and making plans to blow up the TV.
Here's hoping my lifelong companions will forgive me for my infidelity.
Anyone have any dynamite???