Things to do when your power cuts out for an unknown reason.
Bitch and moan because you haven't taken your shower yet, and you have a dentist appointment.
You think, hey I can still cook I have a gas stove - no it's an electronic ignition.
Bitch and moan even more when you realize you can't watch American Idol you taped on DVR last night.
Damn I'm hungry!
I wonder when the power will come back on, sigh.
I wonder if there is somehow an open network, so I can go online, not happening.
Lightbulb goes off, and I remember I have a laptop with at least an hour worth of power.
Is it actually 8:16 or is that when the power went off.
Hey how in the hell is the clock still working if there is no power (I'm blond, don't hate me).
Another light bulb goes off: I have a refrigerator full of alcohol and it would be a shame to let it get warm.
So here I am pondering what to do when my stomach is killing me. I should just go to bed.
This is a great f@ckin why to start a seven night off stretch.
I could write a blog. Do some rewriting and editing, or read one of the many ebooks I just bought.
I never noticed before how silent it can be, and I can actually hear birds chirping outside. I can even hear cars moving on the freeway from a distance.
I hope this isn't the apocalypse, but it can't be, as I don't hear zombies banging on my door. If they did, this would at least be interesting. Not interesting as a short story, but interesting enough all the same.Nick just left for his appointment now, and I'm all alone, just you and me.
Is that a garbage truck I just heard. Is it possible that life exists beyond the confines of this apartment complex?? I hear footsteps. Are they coming for me? All I have to protect me is my damn cat and lord knows she can't even catch a mouse.
I'm doomed. This is the end. The garbage truck keeps getting closer and closer, until . . .
It's sort of lulling me to sleep. I never realized before how loud those trucks can be. Its breaks are squeaking and I keep hearing the chi, chi, chi sound.
I'm hiding behind my curtains, so they won't find me, maybe they don't even know I'm here.
Be silent Madison be silent. You don't want the garbage trucks to come and get you.
I can still hear them banging away at the dumpsters, although from a distance now.
Oh god, make them go away!
Don't let them get me.
Damn I'm hungry!
The lights just came on, hooray, surely the garbage trucks will go away now!
Writers find a way even if left in the dark, lol.
Bitch and moan because you haven't taken your shower yet, and you have a dentist appointment.
You think, hey I can still cook I have a gas stove - no it's an electronic ignition.
Bitch and moan even more when you realize you can't watch American Idol you taped on DVR last night.
Damn I'm hungry!
I wonder when the power will come back on, sigh.
I wonder if there is somehow an open network, so I can go online, not happening.
Lightbulb goes off, and I remember I have a laptop with at least an hour worth of power.
Is it actually 8:16 or is that when the power went off.
Hey how in the hell is the clock still working if there is no power (I'm blond, don't hate me).
Another light bulb goes off: I have a refrigerator full of alcohol and it would be a shame to let it get warm.
So here I am pondering what to do when my stomach is killing me. I should just go to bed.
This is a great f@ckin why to start a seven night off stretch.
I could write a blog. Do some rewriting and editing, or read one of the many ebooks I just bought.
I never noticed before how silent it can be, and I can actually hear birds chirping outside. I can even hear cars moving on the freeway from a distance.
I hope this isn't the apocalypse, but it can't be, as I don't hear zombies banging on my door. If they did, this would at least be interesting. Not interesting as a short story, but interesting enough all the same.Nick just left for his appointment now, and I'm all alone, just you and me.
Is that a garbage truck I just heard. Is it possible that life exists beyond the confines of this apartment complex?? I hear footsteps. Are they coming for me? All I have to protect me is my damn cat and lord knows she can't even catch a mouse.
I'm doomed. This is the end. The garbage truck keeps getting closer and closer, until . . .
It's sort of lulling me to sleep. I never realized before how loud those trucks can be. Its breaks are squeaking and I keep hearing the chi, chi, chi sound.
I'm hiding behind my curtains, so they won't find me, maybe they don't even know I'm here.
Be silent Madison be silent. You don't want the garbage trucks to come and get you.
I can still hear them banging away at the dumpsters, although from a distance now.
Oh god, make them go away!
Don't let them get me.
Damn I'm hungry!
The lights just came on, hooray, surely the garbage trucks will go away now!
Writers find a way even if left in the dark, lol.
No comments:
Post a Comment