30Jan04

last night i heard a ticking in my room. this alarmed me, actually in the light of day, this still troubles me, and for good reasons. one, i do not own a ticking clock of any sorts in my room, and the one downstairs is far too downstairs for me to hear. two, i fear there is a bomb under my bed and when the time comes, i will not be able to distinguish between the various colored wires and know intrinsically whether to cut the red wire or the blue one, not to mention the fact that i do not know where my trusty wire cutters are. they must have been misplaced. (note to self: find them.)

and three, and this is by far the most troubling of the troublings, this was only a figment of my imagination, fabricated and dwelling only within the confines of my own perceptions. but of course that would be a step further into insanity than desired.

using my harriet the spy sleuthing abilities, i have deduced one logical explanation. the zombies are trying to communicate via morse code. although the zombies are entirely off because this ticking was spaced out in regular intervals. zombies are definitely not known for their communication skills, maybe dr. phil can help them out.

Filed under: Uncategorized   |  Leave a Comment