It was supposed to be a quiet day, a productive day, a day of recharging my internal batteries by doing what I love... reading and writing in peace and in silence. I was supposed to put the finishing touches on ten short stories. It was supposed to be a stress free day.
It seems the computer in my living room and smoke detector in my kitchen had an entirely different agenda for me.
I'm now filled with bitterness toward a machine and an alarm.
As far as I know, there is no correlation between my computer crashing and the batteries dying in the smoke detector. But I can tell you, when the alarm went off seconds after the computer crashed, it scared the living daylights out of me! I'm pretty sure the entire town of Turlock has been evacuated by now. With all the noise blasting from my little home, how could they not.
The lady who resides in the alarm keeps screaming at me to get out of the house, and I find her, and her shrill voice, a bit unsettling. I'm not cooking anything, there is no fire or smoke, but the b*#☆h won't shut up! And yet, I still followed her instructions... twice. OMG! Where's my hammer!
My ears won't stop ringing. The voice is gone, but the beeping resides. The dogs are barking. A spider made a home behind the alarm and now she and her family are on the move toward the living room. I can't find my can of Raid, and my concentration, good mood, and good will toward all living creatures has completely flown the coop.
Death, destruction, and absolute mayhem have leaked from their hiding place within. It pains me to know they were even there. I found it surreal as I watched myself unleash a reign of terror on the spider while chasing it with an out-stretched hand that clutched the alarm that was beeping and screaming, "Get out of the house!" In the other hand was my hammer. The symbol of my great prowess was held aloft in a threatening manner while sweat streamed from my grip. It was as if my hammer was salivating and hungry for vengence. BAM!
Not by any means was this a good day for peace.
Deep breaths, Donna. This is a frustrating setback on many levels. And even though the freaking alarm sounds like it, it is not the end of the world.
Tomorrow is a new day, and I can hardly wait for it. Who knows what adventure life will bring. H-o-l-y
s-m-o-k-e-s! The damn thing is still making noise! Excuse me while I go smash that bleeping, beeping alarm once again!
Hiya!!!
Friends, it won't stop beeping, and I've completely lost it. I've lost my mind. 🤤 The machines have won. The Matrix is here. And I am now waiting for Agent Smith to come and insert a bug into my belly button. All is lost. Life as I know it is over.
Beep-beep-beep...beep-beep-beep... beep-beep-beep...
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