Whatever helps you sleep at night

This afternoon my dad came by to help me take my TV back to BestBuy. The picture went funny a few months back. It would roll as if you were watching a tape and the tracking needed adjusting. Apparently, the extended warranty that everyone chided me for buying, was actually worth it.

Email Dumper (Ed) and I were meaning to take it back but never got around to it. Ed had even brought over a TV of his from his bedroom that he didn't use so that I could use it while mine was in for repair/replacement. He said when he brought it that he didn't want it back, so it sat in the middle of my living room for two weeks until my dad set it up for me today.

It's funny, there were certain things that I had to get rid of immediately after the breakup because they were painful to look at. I can hardly look at the dress I wore for his birthday that he loved so much. The TV didn't bother me though. However, if it were not for the fact that I actually needed the TV, I really had considered smashing it with a baseball bat for some therapy.

Tonight when I came home from Sunday dinner with my parents I decided to put on The O.C. while washing dishes. Have I mentioned on here how much I loved The O.C.? I was totally in love with the Ryan character. He was so full of heart and passion, a fighter and a guy who had been taking care of himself since he was a kid. Ed had some of that in him. I guess I'm a sucker for those types. (Aww, Ryan just told Marissa to leave and made her cry...)

So I loaded the DVD, turned on the TV, and tried to make things work. The DVD was obviously playing, but the video was not displaying on the TV. I pressed the channel button--snow. Shit. I pressed it the other way, shit, still snow. I grabbed the remote and pressed more buttons to no avail.

"YOU STUPID PIECE OF CRAP! I DO EVERYTHING AND YOU STILL DON'T RESPOND!" I actually made myself laugh out loud, realizing that I was perhaps taking some leftover anger out on an electronic device that seemed to be, er, channeling Ed. Then I called my dad.

"I can't make the TV work." I grumbled. I've been pretty grumbly lately, I feel bad about it.

"Do you want me to come over and fix it?" my dad asked.

"Yes," I said softly.

So along came Dad, who set up the TV, again, and showed me the buttons I needed to press to properly communicate my wishes to Ed's old TV.

I remember when my dad was feeling kind of down because Ed was the new man in my life. Now, everything is back to the way things were. I told Rob the other day that it just feels like it was all a very strange dream. In January and February it felt like a dream come true, but I just made it all up, didn't I? I ate something weird and had this dream, and now it's over, except for this old TV sitting in my living room.

Funny, I used to always say that if I ate ice cream before bed it gave me the most vivid and strange dreams.