BEEP. Yeah, but we're dreaming and sleep- BEEP. Wait. Why is ther- BEEP a BEEPing sound wha- BEEP. Oh. The smoke al- BEEP. But there's no fire nor- BEEP. Oh mother- BEEP. Christ. Do we ha- BEEP the carbon mon- BEEP poisoning? Sh*t. BEEP.
So oh with the climbing a chair half-asleep to "inspect" the situation and to get ourselves killed should the carbon monoxide come creepin' up on us in the next half-hour before we leave for work. And oh with the taking the battery out because it's old, but not so much with the having the new battery.
So if we don't make it, know we love y'all, all three of you who still read. So close to 1,000 posts, too. Damnit. If we do make it, rest assured we've got 50 good posts left before we take our ball and go home to a broken smoke and carbon monoxide detector.
Awesome.
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And oh with the falling UP the stairs at the Dunkin' Donuts this morning, right in front of a nice police officer who simply asked if we were OK. Yes, Officer, we're just fine but oh with the anger issues.
Is it a full moon or some sh*t? Why are we on the verge of punching the air all damn day long?
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