I miss TV. I miss sitting ... laying ... slouching in front of it and not moving for hours. I mean ... I watch TV here. But I only seem to watch TV on Sundays or when Mark's not here. It's because it's in his room. He has no problem with me watching tv and he's told me to feel free to go watch TV if I want to. But it's in his room. His room. I barely know the guy. I've been here for a month and I still barely know anything about him. I know he's a musician. I know he plays guitar. I know he has brown hair. I know he likes pasta. Ask me what color his eyes are and I'd be clueless. Ask me what he does all day? I have no idea. So I'm not about to spend large amounts of time in his bedroom watching South Park and MTV.

But I miss watching TV. My laptop is sorta ... all I have now. It's become my TV/stereo. I'm barely online anymore. I'm trying to get a cable modem next week. So at least I'd be able to be online and get work done when I feel like it. I mean ... unless Mark's here ... if I don't go to the city ... I'm alone like 90% of the day. It's not fun. At first I didn't care if I got a TV or not ... but I've changed my mind. I need something to kill the boredom.