Hard t’ say why the scene’s gone blink, had it
sorted okay until a few minutes ago – maybe
too seemly I think, like an aberration about
to
dispose itself; too much of a coincidence
for
things to gel so easy when you’ve started the
day already shivered with foreboding – like a
dour sense of impending shit about to hit
the
fan, or a silently swinging boot up the
jacksy;
First up my not-too-faithful laptop PC excretes
on me – expressive beast as it is this is
hardly
a demonstration which wouldn’t be termed an
act of outright anarchy; you’re not thought to
be sentient I say admonishing it severely, but
a wasted protest as it plays its own game –
Then speculative figuring on how long it
takes
the pump to refill tanks disintegrates;
rising at
5 am to check suggests you’re way-off with a
view to stopping it before daytime rates
apply:
okay, I can wait, and regarding whether
there
is another way to fill in time wisely –
forget it!
So here we are at 9:15 am – and having had
to re-effect time zone designation caused by
a system repair anomaly find I’ve gained an
hour before I knew I’d even lost one – gee,
I
am so glad it wasn’t 24 hours or something
as catastrophically manic as that
© 27 August 2013, I. D. Carswell
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