that just makes me feel old
My book light - the light that I've had next to my bed for ages now for reading in bed, etc., apparently gave up the ghost. It seems that the "burning dust" smell that my father's been complaining about in my room for the fast few weeks has not been from dust burning on said light's rather large and impressive 100W bulb, but rather from said bulb melting the slowly-disintigrating plastic of said light.
Well, damn - the thing's only what, ten, fifteen years old? They sure don't make lights like they used to. Until new light is acquired (or the rather dusty desk light is moved), Mandy shall be using good ol' Mnesmnosyne, sporting the lovely floral lampshade from my (no longer in use) night light.
...it's just not the same T.T My childhood disappears, one item at a time, while I watch helplessly from the sidelines. Oh, bother.
Well, damn - the thing's only what, ten, fifteen years old? They sure don't make lights like they used to. Until new light is acquired (or the rather dusty desk light is moved), Mandy shall be using good ol' Mnesmnosyne, sporting the lovely floral lampshade from my (no longer in use) night light.
...it's just not the same T.T My childhood disappears, one item at a time, while I watch helplessly from the sidelines. Oh, bother.