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I either turn on the burner but neglect to place the tea pot on it, or put the tea pot on it but neglect to turn on the burner. I already cannot be trusted anywhere a Mr. Coffee machine resides because I am apt to dump the grounds into where the water goes. This is not senility. This has always been the case. I mean, it's always been the case since I have been a person in charge of this sort of thing for myself. My mother didn't suffer with this.
And the internet is acting just like the inside of my skull today. A bunch of sites just won't load. My Magic Mouse doesn't act right on days like this either. It is spotty in the matter of cursor movement, of finding it to help determine its lack of movement. This is electrical. This is my electrical system. It affects the world in my proximity.
It makes things break down. Lights go out. Watches and clocks stop. Flashlights useless. Cars break down. My computer itself seems to hold up okay, but this is anomalous. I have been eying my kitchen faucet to make sure the water is traveling in the right direction.
Because I keep needing to crash into naps to get my dream sleep in, but when I succumb to that I can't keep anything approximating regular people's hours, and so I fight it, thinking the dreams will come when it's finally a respectable time to go to bed. This isn't working out well just now, and probably is the biggest factor with the electrical sputterings fucking with the physics around here again... and the demon I almost caught stoking fires through the trap door under my house....
I want to throttle the day. I want my pristine remove and a perfectly silent mind.
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