One more day of summer and we’re stuck in a half-drunk haze with no TV to watch. Time Warner is scheduled to come install cable and Internet at some distant future point but that doesn’t help much now. Here we are craving escape from our massive hangover but there’s no exit. We’re forced to stew in our criminal juices, to agonize in the painful and ugly effects of a week long boozefest. It’s a helpless feeling without television — nothing there to entertain us out of recognizing exactly how bad we feel.