So, naturally, because of my amazing lack of bill-paying abilities I
mentioned before, I live pretty much in constant fear, as I demonstrated
to myself just a moment ago:
Noticing that it's started to get a little dark in here while I've been
sitting here surfing the web, I reached up to turn on my lamp. It didn't
come on.
Oh my God! my hindbrain screamed. The power's been shut
off!
A second later, my forebrain points out, The computer's still on, you
jackass. Yeah.
I follow the power cord to the outlet, and yes, it's come unplugged, for
no good goddamm reason at all. I suspect the cat did it, following
instructions transmitted to his whiskers by his Lord and Master, Satan.
(These would, of course, be the same instructions that made him come to
the conclusion that
treebyleaf's frickin' skull needed a little
fresh air
last
night. Someone explain to me again why we keep animals in our homes?
Didn't we build homes to keep the animals out?)