I guess they don't have telephones where-ever you were at?

Hey there,
Finals and my life had been spiraling to the point of madness however, I'm happy to report, them being over, I have turned out to be a better man after all. I suppose there is something to it. In fact just two days ago I threw out a "me first and the gimmie gimmie's" album that has been broken and sitting in my album case for a year. How's that for resolve, David. ( Note: David is the first name of a particularly ornery professor whose special brand of student per student life prognosis administered an almost lethal dosage of getcha life in order to me recently)
I've watched so much television today my eyeballs actually hurt. That in and of itself is quite a feat. Something that has not been my case in quite some time. So its kind of refreshing to be back into the swing of things. Sampling being American isn't all bad, all of the time I guess. The real accomplishment of my watching today though has to go to the hour spent watching nothing. I could, and maybe should, detail everything that I watched but for that hour I truly watched nothing. At least nothing of significance. I mean i tried to watch things. I tried to give it a chance but how many times can you really watch the same show of M*A*S*H (isn't it cool I can do that?)....The answer is 4. You can watch the same episode 4 times and then it absolutely becomes intolerable. Hawkeye blends from witty to smug to offensive fairly rapidly and during the last stage the empathy that comes with feeling for all the Korean women that needlessly (and i do mean needlessly) fall into the dark canyon of human comedy reaches such a high that you almost want to adopt a child. Luckily, the Brady Bunch was being aired on the next channel and that urge was promptly squashed. Alice, just MARRY THE MEATMAN.I mean his name is Sam and he cuts meat for a living. You have found the pinnacle of man hood, lock-him down and marry him.
Truthfully though, contrary to the joy you may or may not be getting out of the shakiness of this blog entry, the relaxation has done me well. Though its obvious it doesn't bode well for my communication skills. As of late the only real talking that I've had to do is to answer one word questions that are posed by mother that more often than not have to deal specifically with dinner. Love is Love.
Too much TV a bad thing or a good thing? In discernible quantifiable doses probably a good thing. In fact if you couldn't turn off the noodle every once in a while my money's on insanity setting in rather quickly. Luckily to help navigate the murky waters of your mind the H.M.S. Television exists. And what a strong ship she be. One can without a doubt kill an entire evening with little to "show," for it. (Pick your-self off the floor from laughing and continue reading) I do think that once in a while, despite my confederacy of dunces tone, its good. I need to not think every once in a while and it also lets me get back in touch with my generation. I, like you probably, get far too little of what seems to be very popular as of late. I would like to use, as the Flagship of the New Wave, the E! Channel.
I still cant fully understand exactly what it is. I mean other than a gigantic consumer machine wrapped up and posing like it actually is news. I mean they really had a breaking bulletin on Isaac Hayes quitting South Park. Which is, quite literally, the closest thing to news reported that I saw. Also as a sidenote Mark McGrath (of just letting buildings all over the world crumble fame) is on one of those crappy shows. Wowee wow wow. God does punish those who wrong him.
Well the posts, with some luck, should be more forthcoming and frequent. Now that the downpour has gone from torrential to gin and tonic in my immediate engagement planner. I'll call you at 2 am. Sorry for the non-cohesion.