If I do not make it, please keep this as a historical record. First day of the bet. After a full minute without television, I am just fine. I repeat, I am strong enough to go two days without television. I'm not some sort of crackpot whose only mission in life is to watch more television.
Pigeons taste good in BBQ sauce.
It's getting to me. I need television. I have this urge to turn it on just to hear the sweet buzzing sound of cathodes burning the sky. My roommate just bet me I couldn't go two days without creating a new form of calcium supplements. Like a true moron, I accepted the bet.