Have you ever been addicted to something so that when it was pulled from you, you didn't mind because you knew it was for the best? Well, that's what happened to my TV today.
I finally finished my film, "The Dreams of the Feverish" today, and while trying to drag in the VHS/DVD player into my room and connect and disconnect the appropriate cables, my satellite box fell. Yes it did. And all for nothing, because all I wanted to do was record my movie from VHS to DVD and it couldn't even do that. And when my movie was playing, it was a bad picture anyway. So much for new DVD players.
Anyway, that's what filmmaking makes one sacrifice. My TV, my health, my sanity.
Before, I couldn't go a night without TV. But now I guess I have to. And they're pulling down the ceiling for reconstruction finally in the living room so that TV is off limits. Not like I'd like very much to sit in there until 4AM and THEN slither into my room in the dark. I guess I am going to read my book then.
I thought, TV had too much of a hold on me anyway. I remember the old days when I didn't have my TV, or it was on the floor across the room, and I read instead.
I am now reading Pagan Babies. It's getting pretty good, which isn't something I can say of most books. Fiction or otherwise.
I know I hated 11th grade, but I can't wait to go back to school anyway. It will be my last first day of school! I can't believe it. Oh well I will be sick of it by the last day anyway.
Oh yeah,, and I also lost the cable that connected my tape recorder to my computer. It's back to analog!