"kill your television"

all my adolescent headbanging to fugazi was for naught...three men came to install cable a week ago. the youngest somehow hauled himself onto the roof (his safety belt was half unbuckled but, since he wasn't actually tethered to anything i guess that's not a big deal) and dropped the cable through tubes cleverly hidden in the house's concrete masonry. the guy in the living room retrieved the cable and the third guy, limping (was he nursing a cable installation injury?) gave advice on the darling sahid's hiccups. rock salt on the lips, he said, and something about putting a red dot on his forehead. half an hour and 30 feet of replacement cable later sahid was nursing in front of the television.

there's a show about boob jobs, dr. 90210, but mostly we tune in for E.R. and SVU. my plan is to watch every episode and then start working on my thesis. the problem is that neither of those shows--to my knowledge--have ended. so they're always creating new episodes, like the Simpsons. which means i'll never, ever be done...