It's killing me because now I can't turn on the television. Well, yes, I can walk up to the TV set and turn it on, but why would I want to? I want to lay on my bed and see the TV from there. So I've been going without TV watching ever since I came home. And I think I'll be like that until, or unless, I find my darn remote.
United States Constitution, Article I, Section 9, Clause 8: "No Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall, without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument, Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince, or foreign State."
Sunday, November 30, 2025
Where's My Remote Control?
I got home tonight/Saturday night and I can't find my remote. I know I watched college football late, and I know I didn't turn on the TV yesterday/Saturday morning, so the remote should be where I left it, right at my dresser. But it's not there, nor is it anywhere on the bed or on the floor.
Labels:
laziness,
losing,
missing,
record-keeping,
sport,
television
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