  Riding the Tube tv is bad. when i have kids, there will be no tv in the house. okay, maybe i'll have one locked inside my two-story remote-controlled semi-revolving walk-in closet with built-in alarm. anyway, i spent three hours tonight watching the michael jackson special. missing the finale to joe millionaire is not my sole regret (bumbling brute that he is, i have nothing to say in my own defense) since my dad was able to fill me in afterwards. the problem is that it's brinking on 2am, i'm returning to work tomorrow after a two week hiatus, and i have the heebie-jeebies cuz images of wacko jacko are dancing left and right around my head! his voice too! gaaaaaaaaaah! okay, i'm calling my mom. 
