The cable/Internet/phone guy was supposed to come yesterday, but there was a mix-up and now he's not coming until Saturday. That's almost three weeks without tv! THREE WEEKS! It's not even that I want to really watch tv, I just want the option of being able to turn it on and let my brain melt. I do miss my Facts of Life reruns, I'll admit. We were getting channel 4 on the little tv in the bedroom, but then Bellan fiddled with it and now we don't. I was so desperate for television one day I watched a fuzzy Pat O'Brien on Access Hollywood. Sad, I know.

In I'm-a-moron news, I went to the bank today to get a roll of loonies and a roll of quarters. I was sort of flustered from a mildy crappy day at work, and when I walked out of the bank I realized I was holding a roll of loonies and a roll of toonies. How the hell did I mix those up?! I sort of wondered when the teller said it was $75, but I wasn't really paying attention. I schlepped back into the bank and got what I needed. I felt like an idiot, but the teller was very nice about it.