You’re about to go to bed. The lights are out, you’re under the blanket and just about to close your eyes, awaiting entry into dream land. Life is good. Until you hear the creaking of your door.
A gargantuan figure walks in. Laptop in tow, conjuring the choicest scowls and abuse. Throw some fretting and frumping into the mix. Picture all possible entry into dream land denied. In the worst way possible. Along with some ranting about “internet” and “wi-fi”.
Five minutes and one simple fix later.
The gargantuan one finds you in her lair. Internet worthy laptop in tow. However the timing is all wrong. You just walked into a conversation between the mother of the gargantuan one and her. They were having a discussion that involved extremely talk-able topics like marriage, people, society and all that drama which apparently required your input. It wasn’t a conversation you were roped into, it was a crossfire.
Needless to say you never got to dream land. Or to sleep much. Which would explain why you’re here blogging about this. Crankily.
Now Listening To: Switchfoot – Awakening