A couple of years ago, as I dragged my new flat-screen into the living room, I turned to Petey and said, “Meet your new brother.”I am a TV addict, so imagine how much I’ve been jonesing for it after being so busy the past two weeks. One thing I’ve realized: you can measure success by the space remaining on your DVR. It’s been a nice mini-run.
By the way – none of the 99% involves karaoke, or dancing with D-level celebrities. And I won’t tear my spleen guffawin’ at “The Marriage Ref.” I’m an addict, not an asswipe.
