hot dogs and pizza

I really don't know what the hell I write about in here.

But apparently most of it revolves around television. I have led myself to believe my interests lied within music, literature, education...but no it apparently is television. It's a horrible shock to your sense of self when these realizations happen.

But anyways, television. It's this box that transmits signals sent from above...in the sky...from the satellites. And I don't have one right now because I am out on the road in a giant RV. And this great. Being out on the road. But I ran across an Entertainment Weekly today and I missed my TV. How sad is that? I missed the first episode of Grey's...I missed The Office...and I was extremely relieved to realize that Project Runway doesn't start until I get back home. Maybe my future lies within the world of television. Maybe I can make the world a better place that way?

What does this have to do with anything. Nothing. I am just typing in my own little world of self centeredness (is that a word?). And I am tired. And delirious. And probably embarrassed if you have made it this far. This is ludicrous.

P.S. I ate a lot of pizza this week. New York will do that to you.

P.S. again: I am gonna buy a sick bike and piano when I get back to California. Priorities man.