For the record, I have been asleep for an hour. Then that bloody fucking clock said (in its irritating American accent), "Twelve o'clock am," and woke me up. I hit it. Hard. Unlike its five predecessors, it didn't break. Instead, it rolled onto its side and said, "Twelve oh-one am."
I like the clock, I do. It's one of the most thoughtful presents anyone has ever bought me. But still. Aargh.
I think I shall go back to bed. And listen to the Goo Goo Dolls.
I like the clock, I do. It's one of the most thoughtful presents anyone has ever bought me. But still. Aargh.
I think I shall go back to bed. And listen to the Goo Goo Dolls.
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on 2003-07-23 05:42 pm (UTC)The thing is, the clock is soft. My previous five alarm clocks are lined up next to my bed in various states of disrepair. The soft one is, however, unbreakable, so no matter how hard I try to kill it, I fail miserably.
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on 2003-07-23 07:42 pm (UTC)