Can't get enough of the random

* I own two TVs. This fact is strange for a multitude of reasons, chief among them being that I don't get cable and I get reception on neither of them. They sit next to each other in living room; one set up to watch DVDs, and the other to watch whatever remaining VHS tapes I might have. Backstory: After a few months living here in P-ton, I adopted an old TV that was rather bigger than my current one. However, when I tried to set up the VHS player after successfully setting up the DVD player, I noticed that the cable attachment was broken. So, no VHS on the newer, bigger TV. I've yet to play a VHS tape on the old TV. I would normally take this as a hint to move the old TV in storage, yet I've no more storage space. Two TVs, right next to each other.
* I find that time is generally flying by much too quickly. I can not get a grip on it.
* I don't play guitar nearly as much as I did years ago. Right now it is in its case, as I took it over to my brother's place so that my nephews could play around on it and haven't taken it out since. They broke a string. A fresh package of Ernie Ball Slinkies awaits me on top of the case. I must get to it. For some reason, I've gotten it in my head that I now want a new acoustic guitar. I find it curious how often I play the electric Fender, but I've convinced myself that I want the different sound the acoustic brings out. Really, I think I just want to buy something.
* Paul was right: Ob la di, ob la da.
* Someone asked why I liked reading in coffee shops and not reading at home. They thought this was kind of weird. It's all about the distractions, baby. Without external distractions ("Ooh, that pretty blond/brunette/red head a few tables down studying/reading/being fashionably sensitive but too cool to care!"), I'd have internal distractions, which are incredibly annoying. It's weird...in the coffee shop, I know what I have to filter out, and then my brain goes to work to filter that stuff out (freeing up the part that can still concentrate to melt into the book). If it's quiet and I'm by myself, then my brain is all over the place.
* I find that many of my dreams have something do with water (rivers, lakes, ocean). I do not know why this is, or what that could possibly symbolize. Maybe I go to sleep thirsty, or maybe I am really a fish. There is no telling.