This thing they call cable

Back in October, I thought it was time I became an adult. After a four year hiatus, I decided to get cable. I called up AT&T and requested their Uverse package. We scheduled the soonest appointment they could for installation, 5 weeks. I was a little shocked by this, but honestly, I haven't had cable in 4 years. What difference is five weeks?

Yesterday I worked for home and sat around while the cable guy crawled all over my house and attic, sending wires this way and that, getting me all set up. It was very intriguing, but I tried to stay out of his way.

And then, by noon, I was hooked up, and he began the tutorial. We walked through all the channels and my remote. Then we discussed the DVR. OMG. Its amazing. I've never seen anything like it. You can search for an actor. For fun, I looked up Harrison Ford. It brought up that Blade Runner was playing later on that day. WOW!!

I spent the rest of the day working on my couch with the TV on in the background. BBC America was where I spent most of the afternoon. They have that show with the two women who clean people's houses. Have you seen how dirty those houses are? I can't believe it. And the blond woman is just so sauce and British. Then they showed Gordon Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares. I love me some Gordon Ramsey. One day I will eat with him in London. One day.

Then, I spent the evening, after a lovely catch up dinner at Shinsei with Jane, watching hours upon hours of The Real Housewives. I can't believe women like that exist. Can't believe it. And, they put themselves on TV. I couldn't turn it off. It was like a car accident I couldn't stop watching.

Eventually by eleven my eyes were hurting. I wanted to stay up and watch more housewives, but I just couldn't do it.

I swear, this will not be permanent. I will leave the house. Promise. Just give me a couple of weeks...