Boob tubes

There's nothing quite like sitting on your ass for a few hours and watching mindless television after a day of academic thinking. I love cable. And all the myths of television are true - two measly hours and I feel like my brain has atrophied to the point where I can't think of any words to write. Utterly uninspired. Add to this the fact that my finger tips are sore from a series of ill-fated attempts on the guitar and you find a post with disaster written all over it. I guess like with the guitar, a few more days of practice with TNT and I'll be able to escape from Law and Order quickly and without pain. You have to build up the callouses.