Okay, so it's really bad news apparently for me to have a tv in my bedroom. I haven't had a tv in my bedroom for over a year now. The two years before that, the tv that was in my room didn't have a remote control, so I never took it off of channel 8, and only watched Scott Sams in the mornings tell me all of the information that I needed to start my day. When I lived at Codependence Estates, we had one in the office, but I rarely watched it. So, this tv in my bedroom, with a remote at my disposal, this is a new thing. A bad thing.
You see, now I can turn the tv on when I'm cleaning my room. My beloved iHome hasn't been turned on in days, though it has been cursed at because it also contains my alarm clock. Unfortunately, my tv has been turned to CMT. Not that I've been listening to country music lately (I've been on more of an acoustic guitar kick), but I've discovered a mindless new show that has captivated my attention. Now, don't be fooled. It's not some brilliant, musical show like "Crossroads" or something like that. No, no. I'm addicted to "Trick My Truck". It's a show that is like "Extreme Home Makeover" for 18 wheelers. I know, I know. My dork rating just went through the roof. I'll be consulting a therapist later in the week.
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