I had cable television once maybe 12 or 13 years ago. The service came with maybe 20-25 channels and it cost I think about $30 per month at the time. I canceled the service after a few months. It was an unnecessary expense and always seems like such a collasal waste of both money and time.

As a result, I watch little television. The few show I do watch are on network television and since moving to Phoenix, I was able to watch them just fine without any service. For the nine years Julie and lived together, we never once wanted cable.

So when I asked the new roommate to rent a house with me, it never occurred to me he may want cable television. And not just any cable, but digital cable. WITH a digital recorder.

The frugal part of my brain has been screaming at me since placing the order. They installed everything last week and I already find myself sitting in front of the TV much more, mainly because I'm trying to figure out how to work the remote control.

Today I got the bill. Upon reading the bill, the frugal part of my brain's hair turned white and he had to steady himself by holding the back of a chair before falling down, buckling over and wailing in pain.

I realize this is one of those roommate compromises that I just have to suck up and I'm perfectly willing to do that. I mean it is pretty cool to be able to record both 24 and Heroes at the same time. But I'm afraid the effects of having the greatest distraction and brain rotter of all time are already taking a toll on me.

Sunday night, while folding laundry, I watched an E! True Hollywood Story.

Featuring.

Kelly Ripa.

From BEGINNING to END!

I am so disgusted with myself.