so its trauma-share-time, cause i know yall just live for these glimpses into my warped psyche... somehow, during the original setting of my clock radio, instead of NPR as my alarm wake-up station, i set Majic 95.5 as the station. now my wife used to listen to this station, and if thats your bag, marvelous, but i consider it soulless corporate pop. i lay there for 20 minutes this morning, praying something good would play, only to be disappointed. i viewed myself as having three options: 1) break the alarm clock in rage... nope, i like my clock radio most of the time, and i need it. 2) slit my wrists out of despair... nope, Dorris would resurrect me and then kill me again... very slowly. 3) get up and turn the goddamn thing off... which of course is the option i went with. you will note that there was no option #4: stay in bed and keep listening to the sound of lowest common denominator music. nope, not even considered as an option. now, im the one in the house who RTFM, but that doesnt mean i remember the damn things, so i was despairing having to find the manual again when i learned i could find said manual online, and hope was restored. thanks to Teresa and Vanessa for illuminating my darkness. so, trauma-share-time done, thank you for your attention... or lack thereof. :)
Posted on: Sat, 12 Apr 2014 23:27:56 +0000
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