Last night, after returning from a rendez-vous at Victory with KZ, her main squeeze and Niki, Bron and I came upon a LARGE TV (with the sticky note "Works Great" on it) just steps from my home. Bron wasn't very optimistic about this proclamation, but I was able to sufficiently twist his arm, so we lugged the 27 incher down the street and into my apartment. SWEET.
We won't be leaving the basement for a loooong time. Movie donations are greatly appreciated. I might even get cable. Well, probably not.