ok, so the celebration going on in my brain is a bit cartoony, that is, a parody of a championship lockerroom only without the visceral quality of champagne and confetti, but with even more excitement and silliness cuz, after all, i am extremely excitable and silly...
anyway, after a briefish nap which came some time after craig ferguson's introductory stuff and some chat with a british sounding girl who he said was an old friend, i just woke to finally connect the digital converter box i bought last night, or tonight, just hours ago, i mean... and there are no more annoying scrolling warnings on the screen, imagine that...
extra channels, too... so boring, but the sound of the human voice is comforting for the idiot child inside (not that the child inside is an idiot, but there is an idiot child part of the psyche that was trained at a very young age to respond somewhat positively to the sound of the human voice, even if it is pre-recorded and electronically reproduced, which would make it not exactly a human voice, but you might gather some measure of understanding of what i mean from your own experience with your own idiot child inside... perhaps...
i am so bloated and yet, still... yeah, belly full but me hungry... madness abounds in the idiot child, after all... finding it fun must be part of the madness, aye? :)
hope you are enjoying your middle of the night too :)
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