I went for a jog, went to the library and got some books. I got tup early the next morning and volunteered at the homeless shelter. At the end of the week, I still did not have cable. So, I finished the third chapter of the novel I was writing and sent out some resumes to jump-start my life. Then, it hit me.
Television is an insidiously stifling device.
Just as I was about to throw it out the window, the cable kicked on. I heard someone ask Pat Sajak for a vowel, then I saw Seinfeld where Kramer almost took a job in another city, but didn't - and there were some disgruntled white supremacists on Riki Lake.