The Bells Have Made Me Deaf

My phone is jingling to tell me to plug it in. It will persist until I get up and feed it electricity, warbling it’s dying pleas at one minute intervals. I shall ignore it with a cruel sense of torturous evil that finds it’s release in targeting inanimate objects with too much to say. It appeals to the stubborn side of my nature to not give in to the protests until I’m good and ready. Sooner or later it will stop crying when it’s battery makes plain that it is just a machine and I am in charge here. That’ll teach it.

A day with little pressure to do anything at all and I’m tempted to haul all the cupboards out of the kitchen to try and make the dishwasher fit in there. I’m getting sick of it sitting in the living room as a redundant object other than to hold up the stack of boxes as yet unpacked with nowhere to go. Seems like too much work when I can’t even muster the motivation to walk to the other end of the room and plug the phone into it’s charger.

Slipping into bad habits again. Not getting to bed until 4. Work is partly to blame. Other than that I can only blame myself for drifting through the night on whatever whim carries me. Last night it was scanning old photos. I borrowed my Dad’s scanner to get them done. So many of the wretched things to go through and hardly a one of them worth looking twice at. It may have been better to leave them in the cupboard out of sight. Now I have a table covered in photo folders waiting to be processed to digital and no space on it to set a plate of food. Good excuse not to cook!

Warble warble…
It’s getting weaker by the minute. I’ll let it die and resurrect it later. Nobody is going to ring me on that one today.

Posted on Thursday, December 22nd, 2005 at 2:28 pm.
Tags: Daily Life.
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