bending_sickle | Dogs' lives are too short. Their only fault, really.*

I had the most aweful night ever and the day isn't turning out shiny either. The radiators in my room are wily evil little bastards. Some fifteen minutes into my snuggle-under-the-bedcovers routine, just as my brain's relaxing and conjuring up disparate throughts, like penguins with uzis jumping into jello, thinking this makes so much sense, and I'm thisclose to falling asleep, my radiators waggle their fingers at me. "Oh no you don't," they say, all Master-like. Only they say this with very loud, very obnoxious clicks. One single click that jerks you out of the happy sleepy zone and into mmrfgl-I'm-in-bed zone, then blissful silence. Except the radiators are ninjas and time it so that the silence is juuuust long enough to relax once more and see what those penguins are up to, when click!, you're harpooned back out into wakefullness.

This went on and on and on. Oh, believe me, I tried to shut it up. I prodded, pushed and pulled at the radiator's click-zone, wedged towels between it and the creaky wood-wall, kicked it, each attempt preceeded and followed by a five to ten minute "Ah, now it's stopped. Let's get comfy..." Click 0.0 I eventually got up - huffing, flinging the sheets back - and turned the heating off. I think it worked. By then I'd probably been at it for an hour.

But then, this morning, somewhere round 7:30, I wake up feeling aboslutely horrible because I'd just had a dream where at the top of an apartment building, I open the door to the hallway and an indeterminate number of small wriggly tiny little African wild dog puppies which I'm taking care of rush out of the apartment and down the hall to the window. Which isn't a window but a balcony, or rather a hole in the wall with small bars reaching to the ground. The puppies rush at it, poke their noses excitedly at the bars, "We're going outside! Yay!" and then fall out. Masses of puppies fall out of the building. Puppies go *splat*. Mom and I rush about the apartment, wondering whether we should call someone first or just get plastic bags for little puppy corpses, eventually making our way to the plaza where there are indeed freakin' splatified puppies, save for one lucky bugger being nosed by a bulldog. Oh gods, I woke up feeling terrible - as you may well tell from this description. I'm a puppy-killer through careless stupidity! Endangered puppies!

So I wandered about the room a bit and then snuggled back into bed, trying to make my way into my latest little daydream-scape where I might feel less like a puppy-killer. I really needed a break.

Guess what?

Click. 0.0 ... -.- Click. 0.0 ... -.- Click "Gaaaaaaah!" *Cue reenactment of previous night's prodding, poking, kicking and all-around "What do you want from me?!?" wails.* That again lasted an hour. So I woke up much, much later than I'd planned, and now it's 1 pm and I've got 1 hour of work under my belt. Blergh. Oh gods, horrible, nasty day.

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