The Little men that live inside the tv and the Big men that live outside.

Since I usually fall asleep in front of the television, the televisions that pass through my home usually don't have very long life-expectancies. Which is why I wasn't too shocked when I woke up at 4 am this morning to hear a rythmic knocking sound coming from the tv, even though it was turned off. Even though I'm usually scared everything that goes tap in the night, I wasn't too shocked.

Two trains of logic thought met in my head-
[1] On Off is going to steal my next paycheck.
[2] Bugger. There's someone stuck inside the tv.

I turned it on and flipped though the different channels to see if there was indeed someone who had been trapped inside the television when I'd turned it off before falling asleep. Having checked through all seven, I decided to give up. I'd tried anyway. Whoever he was, he had himself to blame.

Meanwhile, Dan comes to me today and tells me that he's gotten himself a girlfreind. I laughed, naturally. He said he was serious, so I laughed some more. I didn't really mean to. It's just that he looked so sad.