Everything around me has been breaking down lately. What’s with the spectacular timing? And…is it me?
PHONE: it started doing this weird hiccup (intermittent vibrating) one when I tried to shut it down and restart it. I had to turn it off and turn it on about five times before it came back to normal. The touchscreen’s begun to get finicky, too. Oh, blubber.
LAPTOP: I think I’ve dropped it one too many times. The clasp holding the battery in place has finally given away. Hold the laptop at the right angle, and the battery will slide right off. Tape, anyone?
JEANS: I noticed that the back pockets of my favorite jeans have begun to wear out at the top corners. Good thing I noticed before the holes got big enough to show underwear. o_O
CAR: I took it in for an oil change and they told me my tires are pretty darn near blowing out. I looked at them and sure enough, they’re beginning to fray at the edges around the rim. It’s been almost 50,000 miles (which is just about the usual tire lifespan), and I’m shocked to realize Rupert is no longer a new car.
CAR AGAIN: as with my laptop, I think I might have scratched up the underside of my front bumper one too many times. The bottom panel has begun to sag and will drag on the ground at high speeds when the wind wedges it open as it hits the front of the car. The scraping sounds like I’m dragging tin cans behind my car, except the sound comes from the front instead. Thankfully, it happens only at high speeds and I’ve been told it’s a relatively common problem–just need a new panel clipped into place.
TEXTBOOK: my short story anthology has decided to protest my repeated opening to the same page. The tome has split neatly down to the back cover of the binding, the Flannery O’Connor essay permanently bookmarked.
Last but not least, ME: turns out my insatiable need for naps this past week has not been, well, just an insatiable need for naps. I fell asleep in the middle of the afternoon yesterday, woke up around dinnertime to call Estin back (who, as it turned out, had to go back to the hospital anyway) and with the intention of doing some reading, fell back asleep on account of nausea and a fever (the words on the page were swimming around, now that I think about it), slept through Estin’s next two calls (when he really did get out of the the hospital), and didn’t wake up until this morning.
I guess sleep wasn’t optional after all–a good dose of it really did some wonders! Now if only the rest of my broken things could be fixed with it…
