My 15-month-old nephew calls the television "A-D-D." My dog refuses to walk on a leash. I'm beginning to think there is something to the wisdom of these youngins. As much as I like watching really bad television, I'm pretty sure the kid is better off not developing the habit. As for the pup, she's got a point, leashes suck (for lack of a more eloquent word). My very real struggle to define the next chapter of life comes down to questions of freedom. Working is fine, more than fine. It's the control. Just like Lucy, I don't want anyone else to hold the leash. I can tolerate it dragging behind me but as soon as you pick it up, let alone tug on it, I'm lying down - maybe even in front of the TV.
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