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My coffee maker is on the fritz. Churned out some kind of sludge, and then I swear to god it beeped angrily at me.

So first my alarm clock goes off at the wrong time. Then one of my favorite shirts got stained with coffee after the machine malfunctioned. My phone keeps dropping calls for no apparent reason. I need a drink before I decide to just blow up my kitchen and remodel. Happy fucking birthday to me.

The lights have been flickering all night at Fangtasia and when I attempt to call an electrician to come look at it, I get different numbers. The sound system also occasionally switches songs mid way through. If this keeps up, I'll have to close early and that's the last thing I want to do.

Oh fucking hell, whatever's going on needs to fucking stop. I suddenly know what it must feel like to have an L2 implant. I've had a steady headache that's now turned into a migraine, or something worse. It's hard to tell. All I know is that it hurts. I think I'll be wearing noise-cancelling headphones for the duration of however long this happens.

Or maybe I'll just perform brain surgery on myself and take this fucking implant out of my head.


[Private to Isabela]

Given the fact your phone is possessed and I can't handle noise, I'll be keeping those noise-cancelling headphones on. If you need to talk to me or something, throw a paper ball at me? Or something else gentle to get my attention. Hopefully this won't last long otherwise I'm going to have to kill myself.