because I am great at breaking things

The TV. My god, the TV. You wouldn't think such a thing would be important as it were, but for me and Don, we don't really own anything of value except the TVs. Well, now the TV. Anyways. So yesterday, my last line as I mentioned, I was getting literally fumed out of my place because a four foot line of polyurethane was painted around the entire perimeter of the building, thus touching three walls entirely. So I had to perch the fan on the ledge, yeah, hovering over the goddamn TV and I had pushed it up to the front but at some point, it got so stinky I thought let's block this room from any air and circulate what's out there and open the door every once in a while. The fan slowly edged itself to the corner...and then, as I sat here watching a show on Netflix and I don't even remember the name of, but I heard it, and with it the crushing of any sober possibility last night or really any love from Don which is a condition likely to last for a while because. The fucking car came up again. If you all recall ...