Mine for the Waking

Brace yourselves.
A rant is coming.

The alarm in our apartment has decided to start beeping really loudly randomly.
I don't even know what it's an alarm for. It's not the smoke detector. Maybe it's just a bad-events-alarm.
Like for thieves or, you know, zombies.

Saturday at 3am, it beeped twice.

And when I say "beep", I mean that it went like this:
"GENERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
So maybe "screamed" would be a more appropriate verb here.

Saturday at 3 am, it screamed twice.
Then at 6:44 am, it screamed again.

It's pretty super frightening to be woken up by such a sound.
It reminds me of freshman year living in the dorms, which is just a terrible memory altogether.
But there I would be. Sleeping soundly in my little twin bed on the fourth floor when a defeaning shriek would flood the hallways.
Your first thought: "Oh, no."
And then the horrible realization happens: That you actually have to get all dressed and bundled up while trying to hold your ears closed and then you have to walk down 4 flights of stairs to stand out in the cold with a bunch of annoying "honors" students for an hour while the fire department hoses down some kid's burned macaroni in the community kitchen.

I hate alarms.
So very much.

Then on Sunday, it screamed once during the superbowl.

Then again at 2:00 am.
Then at 3:09 am.
Then at 3:38 am.

Mike yanked it off the wall and took the batteries out around 4:00 am.
Yet even after that it was very difficult to fall asleep.

And then Sam wanted to be EXTREMELY kitty and walk all over my waning corpus.

*Fun fact: corpus is latin for "body", but it is also the term for principal inside of a trust.
Accounting.
The more you know.

Ending of story: I got like no sleep.
And waking up to "GENERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" puts me in a mood more foul and black than Satan's stool sample.

Also, not getting enough sleep makes me hate things I normally don't.
Like music.
Or animals.
And people.

I even went to bed late because creativity happened at like 11:30 and didn't stop until after midnight.
I designed some things, man. And some stuff.

So now we have this dangling wire in our hallway and an empty alarm on our kitchen counter.
Mike threw away the battery.
And we are not replacing it.

You: "Allie J- that's not smart and it's so unsafe. You could die in a fire!"

I think I would rather die in a fire than be brutally woken up 4 times a night.

You: "So just replace the battery."

And put money towards something that annoys the crap out of me with no perceivable benefit?
No thanks.

But then I came to work today, started reconciling stuff in silence, and I am feeling so much better.

Wow, that sounded like a Dear Diary entry.
Not to be confused with a JOURNAL ENTRY!!

*nobody gets my jokes*

I'll be here all week.

Here's to the morning,
TWS