Definitely the dog bite on my cheek. Or the gap between my teeth. Or maybe the way I have dark circles because I never sleep.
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WE’RE RUNNING OUT OF OUTLETS
It always seems like everything demands electricity. Feed me more! More! How many outlets could one home possibly need? Plenty, apparently.
Our house is surely still fitted with electrical wiring from the 1960s. Heaven knows this place isn’t up to code. You can tell that it’s been neglected because it’s still wired with the electrical demand of a bygone era.
One outlet for each room. Two in the living room. One in the bedroom. Two in the kitchen. One in the bathroom. Not strategically placed, of course; most likely all placed without any real thought put into any of their locations. It’s why the outlet in the living room is across from the ethernet hookups, so now we have an extension cord trailing through the front room. The outlet in the kitchen really means it’s already been predetermined where your fridge will go. Your stove, too.
Don’t even get me started on the demand. In the cold of winter, our fusebox suddenly refused to cooperate with anything that decided to share. We already don’t have any central air or heating; with the repeated trips of the breaker and trips outside to flip it on, it’s effectively been nixed. We now have a single space heater and a heated blanket to keep us warm.
It seems to be doing well now, but you can’t exactly plug in a heater to an extension cord. When night arrives, you’d better charged your devices while the extension cord was in, because it’s getting unplugged to prioritize warmth when the weather falls below 45.
There’s no way a laptop charger reaches into the next room. Not to mention, it’d be a tripping hazard for my mom. She’d get clotheslined if she had to navigate that in the middle of the night.
Now, instead of typing this from my beloved grey laptop, I scrawl out my last thoughts on my tablet, whose numerical value for the battery resembles the temperature outside.
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EIGHTEEN ENTIRE KITKATS
Yesterday at the store, we found a yard-stick long pack of 18 full-sized KitKats for $10. Meowza! You know what kind of deal that is? A good one! They’re a little stale, but mmmhhh. Nothing will get between me and that KitKat-y goodness. Tastes even better in the freezer.
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A ROOM THAT SWEATS
The humidity has been off the charts the last couple of days, no thanks in part to the leak in our bathroom. For weeks now, hot water trickles out of our bathtub faucet, and a thick, heavy steam clings to every surface of the room. The white paint has started to bubble and separate from the walls. The ceiling weeps like a crying eye. It makes it even worse at night, where you feel its droplets tap at your shoulder or back like an intruder. There is a window, and oftentimes it feels like shadows move across the backyard. The condensation from the temperature difference makes the glass pane so opaque that, if we did have someone peering in, we’d be none the wiser.
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I Died in My Dream Last Night
It wasn’t the main focus of everything, but I had a dream last night where I was shot through the heart and died. I’ve died in dreams before, so that didn’t startle me, but I heard my mom’s voice calling for me as everything faded to white, and the thought of that happening in real life made me sad.