Sorry to the Neighbours

Today I am taking life on, well this morning anyways. I've played this game too many times to not realize that I'm going to run out of steam. Probably as soon as I eat. I'm taking a dangerous break right now that might throw off my momentum. But I am rocking tunes through my powerful stereo to keep myself jacked up. It's a rare event that I need to partake of more often. Keeping myself fired up is important so that I don't fall into a trap like I did yesterday. For you see, yesterday was a train wreck of a day. I woke up groggy and in a lazy mood and that didn't change much. My day really took off when I rolled out of bed and found my way into the office and started up the Blue Tiger. I think we all know what happened next. The same thing I did the night before. I looked up a couple of things I was curious about in the farm game and then for instant gratification I fired it up. And in typical fashion, when next I looked at the clock with some seriousness it was many hours later. Hell, last night I only stopped because I literally fell asleep sitting at the helm. My tractor drove off the road and crashed into a tree! Which re-enforces the message to not work tired I suppose. I haven't lost sight of reality yet but today I slipped up in my insanity and ordered a pizza. I ended up downstairs to wait for my greasy pleasure, so to further set the scene for you, picture a very full grown man in his sweat pants and over sized sweater lying face down on the living room floor trying to watch Trailer Park Boys season 10 on Netflix. Then in 40 minutes or less add a medium pizza to the scene. I mean, at least I was smart enough to only order a medium. Well, smart enough might be an over statement here but you get what I mean. Fate would intervene though, after I'd crushed the pizza unfortunately. The Netflix would play for about ninety seconds then just shut off. It appeared that one of the other people that access this account (not my own) wanted it harder than I did. Paw Patrol is not going to watch itself after all. So I relinquished control, who am I to deny a toddler, or maybe Rek, their programming. I had to find a new vice and quickly. I rolled over and passed out for half an hour. This afforded me the time to recover from eating a medium pizza like a sandwich and also to come up with a plan. The plan was not amazing. I trekked down to the basement and put the dryer on refresh with plans of rescuing the load of clothes that have been trapped down there since Wednesday. Unfortunately they will remain trapped at least until tomorrow. I hate to give them such hope, the refresh cycle for dryer bound clothes is like a trapped miner seeing a light coming through the rocks. Then I basically told my clothes it would take until tomorrow to fully open the tunnel. Even as I write this, they remain entombed in the dryer. I am feeling guilty about it now. Isn't that funny how I was able conjure emotion for inanimate objects? Are you feeling it too? Well I better go liberate my stranded possessions. Wait, if being in the dryer is like being trapped in a mine then what are the drawers and closet for them? I suppose those would be their homes where they reside with their friends and families. I might put some more thought into the inter-item dynamics and post some more later.