Summer nights can be brutal for those of us who live in un-airconditioned houses. Covers wet with sweat, tossing and turning; no wonder Lunestra is the new drug of choice. Last night, again, racked with an inability to stay asleep, I woke up at 2 and headed downstairs to the cooler confines of the basement. There I clicked on the TV and began flipping.

Did you know that the Tonight Show is on at 3 am? Or that on BET TV you can watch an “uncut” version of racy videos, complete with black women undulating and jiggling each ass cheek independently?

More channels, more flipping…Infomercials for “The Internet Kit,” where happy buyers confess that though they didn’t know much about computers they started their own internet business and now their wives don’t have to work.

Another channel, way up the dial, showing old gameshows. Dreadfully true, so many channels but so little to watch. Finally staggered back to bed and the dreams were much better than the shows on TV.

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