I Blew up my television
Not, unfortunately, on purpose.
Yesterday morning, I turned on my television and it went snap! and crackle! and then...nothing.
Now I a) don't know how old this television is because I can't remember when I bought it but it's probably at least ten years old and b) it's been wearing out for at least the last year. In particular, the blues and greens have become more and more alike over time (this is particular noticeable when watching the home improvement shows and the decorator is gushing over the lovely green shade on the walls and it looks to me like the whole room is just blue, blue and more blue--and a really hideous dark blue too, like people should think twice about ever putting on their walls).
It is even better because I decided to buy myself a digital camera for Christmas even though this has been a very expensive year for me (it's just money, eh?). And the night before my television blew up, I ordered one (which I won't get for awhile because they weren't actually in stock so, really, I have committed all my money to a non-existent camera--but I did get free shipping for ordering it when it wasn't in stock and it was ten dollars cheaper than Amazon.com's non-existent camera). And--I'm not making this up--right while I was ordering this camera, I looked up at my television, which was showing some suspiciously blue room, and thought--I probably should really be buying a television instead.
And, damn, if I wasn't right.
On the other hand, I will now get to see how much more writing I do or do not get done when I have no television.