AARGH! I'M BREAKING DOWN under the weight of breakdowns. See this innocent-looking, demure little vacuum cleaner? Ha, lately it's got the devil in it! And, Dear Reader, if you suppose that my wireless router is as well-behaved as it appears, use some imagination!
If I wish to make use of the vacuum cleaner, it necessitates a certain manipulation of the electric-sucking cord in order to keep it running.
Dependent upon my ability to get it twisted a certain way with one hand as I steer with the other, the vacuum will power up about as often as it cuts off. By the time I've managed a quick buzz around the living room floor, my head is buzzing with words better left unspoken!
And then. Just to show me who's boss--keep me in my place, you know (huddled near the phone jack)--my wireless router has gone on strike. I may be saying this calmly, Dear Reader, but having to be tethered to a cord after so long roaming free is, well, it's... it's...AARRGHHH! (as I believe was previously expressed).
You're ho-humming? Just wait. There's more: The upstairs bath has suddenly decided to go dark. From force of habit, I continue to "turn on the light" each time I enter. Time after time I'm taken aback by the black.
Days are fine, you know. There is a window. But at night, the blackness rubs off on my psyche. (Grrrrr...when are we ever going to get an electrician over here to check this out?!!)
My laptop was acting like a spoiled brat today, and the car's been getting a little shaky. Whining a lot, too.*
*hmm, I'm the bad influence?