it's 5:45pm and the sun is fast setting.
yesterday, after attending a screening of harry pott and the goblet of fire and dining at green papaya and cuddling on brian's couch watching house and the news and creating a dense layer of cat hair with which to cover every inch of my clothing, i returned home.
it was already late, but i was prepared to plop down on my red velvety couch with a frozen strawberry fruit bar to watch some pedestrian sitcom re-runs before bed. the tv was already on as i first checked on my email. then the sound went dead. obviously a telecasting blip.
but after several minutes, i turned to the screen and was horrified to find it dead. i scrambled for the remote. it made the electronic plunking sound it always makes when being turned on or off, but nothing happened. nothing. nothing. NOTHING!
i frantically pushed the button over and over again waiting for the nightmare to end.
it didn't end.
i called brian in a panic. what was i going to do?!? he didn't know. he said i should feel lucky to have had it for so long and to go to a 24 hour wal-mart.
that didn't help.
the silence became deafening.
i kept thinking how i could turn on the tv to make everything better. but then i remembered THE TV JUST DIED!
i tried to watch tv on the internet, but all i could find were news bits or religious programming.
i re-lived how i had received the 19-inch sharp as a 20th birthday gift just before moving out. that's just over 13 years. and with ne'er a blip on the screen or a faded corner. NOTHING!
first thing this morning, i turned the power strip back on and tried the power button again hoping that it was ready to go again after its night of rest.
i worked a little longer this afternoon than absolutely required. because i could stand to work a little longer and because i didn't know how else to fend off the fear welling up inside me from the knowledge that it's time to turn on the tv.
i keep thinking i know what i'll do to calm down. what i always do... take a nap in front of the tv. because viable sources report that stress dumbs up the baby.
IN FRONT OF THE TV!!!