After I first got sober, I had nothing to do all night long (when I'd have been out messing my life up acting out, of course) and just couldn't get adjusted to actually sleeping at night.
We had a little TV "just for the olympics" at first, that my sister bought us. To make a long story short, I watched it for hours each night and switched addictions, basically.... but at least I was sober!
Slowly it drove me crazy. I knew that it was a matter of time before I lost my sobriety over it....
One day, my wife calls me at work to tell me that the TV had caught fire just sitting there plugged in, and melted upon itself. It was dead.
We have not had a TV since...
Shomer p'so'im Hashem, no?