I have yet to do my Christmas blog, things keep cropping up although the most recent event ought to enable me to get more done.
My television died.
If you like a black screen with an irritating repetitive clicking sound then I have just the tv for you.
Damn it. I'd watched one episode of the DVD I got for Christmas, the third season of The Secret Life Of Us. Which is, by the way, one of my all time favourite programs. So having it sitting on my shelf, taunting me with its newness is really quite distressing. Well disappointing.
I need a new tv. Right after the expense of Christmas. Excellent.
I'm thrilled.
No really, it's just that I'm hiding my ecstasy really well right now.
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You know when you said . . .
"like a black screen with an irritating repetitive clicking"
It just sounds like the perfect way to end Christmas lol
Sounds like the feeling I get when I drink to much lol
It's also the noise I get when Mifford has given my alarm clock some loving and changed stations. I'm woken by this buzzing and clicking, totally confused about what the hell is going on.
I hate alarms at the best of times.
I may regress and become a luddite.
Luddite, well why not, i was always taken with troglodytes
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