I turned on the TV, randomly tuned to a channel, and sat on the sofa, eating snacks while watching.
The sunlight outside gradually faded, but Tyrone still hadn't come back. Where did he and Angela go?
I felt both a little angry and vaguely worried, just hoping Angela wouldn't do anything inappropriate with him.
In my restless state, I stared at the TV screen, only to find the program unbearably boring. I couldn't understand who would enjoy watching such things. I aimlessly switched channels.
The drama was dull.
There were too many commercials.
Cartoons? What am I, at my age, still doing watching cartoons?
Forget it. I tossed the remote aside, and the screen finally settled on a news channel.
The room gradually darkened, and I thought maybe I should turn on the living room lights.
