Probably it's because I read 1984 at an impressionable age, but this listing (found by Susan) is giving me the creeps. Why is the TV watching the bed? Why won't it go away? Please go away, TV. Please give the nice people some privacy.
P.S. I know I've been sent this before, but I can't find the original e-mail or any post I made from it. So apologies to whoever sent it. And more apologies if I'm repeating myself. And I apologize for that parking job -- I really could've done better. And I'm sorry that I don't always wash the empty containers properly before I put them in the recycling bin. And I'm sorry that I'm using such small type here. It must really be hard on your eyes.