… and I’m not talking about all the political changes as of late.
I’m talking about something that has been there beside me in bed for the last 16 years.
Tonight, my (mostly) faithful alarm clock that I’ve had since I was a Sophomore in college decided to give up the ghost.
Well, I guess technically I “put it down”.
For the last week or so, it has failed to function properly. When the alarm is supposed to go off to rouse me out of my slumber, it resets itself to a flashing 12:00 and doesn’t make a sound.
That’s a bad thing when you don’t naturally wake up at 5:47 five days a week.
It is now time to find something new that will jolt me out of my slumber.
Oh, and no, I didn’t leave it in the trash. That was for dramatic effect. I added it to the pile of stuff going to the electronics recycling center.
(BONUS ROUND: My remaining 10 gay points go to the person who correctly guesses the logo on the T-shirt I am wearing. And no—neither I or the Husbear own one… the shirt was a give-away at Decadence.)
Until next time...