Sunday, June 29, 2003  

My TV is gone.

With everything that I'm planning to send home already in the hands of the shippers, I'm midway through dealing with the stuff I don't want to keep. Today I handed off most of it to my aunt, and chief among the stuff she wanted was my living room table, my DVD player, and... my TV.

The set-up before the big pack-up began:



And the depressing sight after:



It's incredible how bare and boring this once-cluttered apartment is without the centerpiece to the living room. It's also rather amusing how much I rely on the TV. I tend to leave it on all the time, even when I'm not watching and have my back to it... and then there's the lack of gaming or DVD watching, let alone keeping track of Wimbledon... it's just bizarre, especially since winding down my stay here means there's progressively less to do and thus more temptation to lie back on the couch and switch on the TV. And hey, it was a really nice TV too, probably far better than I deserved.

I'm keeping busy with a few books (how quaint and Truman Show-esque) as well as this Internet thing -- cutting off broadband is akin to cutting off an arm for me, again proof of my infinite sad-ness -- but I'm surprised at how well things are going so far. Things are being done, and done on time, and you can't complain about that.

I just rather wish I had my TV right about now, as I'm sure there's something interesting on...

Posted at 7:58 AM

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