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The rented property I live in has been without power for the last few days, which wasn't a lot of fun for someone who considers himself to be Nyctophobic i.e. me. But the dark wasn't so bad, which makes me wonder what made me think I was phobic of it in the first place. No, the true annoyance that manifested itself during those dark hours was the demonically possessed fire alarm. Which it should have gone off when there was no fire or smoke, what with me not being to cook because there was NO ELECTRICITY, is knowledge beyond the ken of man. It went off slow at first, with a beep every few seconds, but last night it really went to town and brought the house down with its nonsensical techno beat. It didn't seem to remember it had an off switch because I kept pressing it to no avail and it didn't seem to understand any foul language known to man, so in act of great desperation and heroism I clasped my hands around the cord and slung as hard as I could against the kitchen wall. And it was then that beast was slain and the battery fell out of the casing from whence it came.

For about an hour or so I still had that "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH" sound going in a loop isiden my head, which according to Julianne Moore in Children of Men means that the cells in my ears are dying and that I will never be able to hear that frequency again. The electronic shouting in my mind was the swan song of those precious few, those lucky few, that band of ear cells. Come on, you remember that scene...don't you? If not, go watch it. If you do (or already have) you get a Boy Scouts "I got that that movie reference badge".

Anyways, I haven't slept and my head feels all...fuzzy...so I should probably go and do...that...thing...