Nucking Futs
Monday afternoon I was laying under the Devil Queen trying to disconnect the return air duct from the living room floor. Somehow, when they were insulating the duct work, they managed to wrap a portion of the cold water line in the insulation and tape it to the duct work. I'm glad I noticed this before I dropped the duct work out of the floor and broke the pipe.
At some point I became aware that I was talking and laughing to myself.
"Heh. Well look at that, hee hee hee."
The talking didn't bother me. Sometimes I talk to the Queen too. Normal people occasionally talk to themselves.
The laugh bothered me though. It wasn't a, "wow, that's really funny," laugh. It was deranged, more like, "wow, I'm really enjoying clipping off your fingers and feeding them to you." Somehow, that afternoon, I had become the son of Doctor Evil.
Today the return air duct, tomorrow the world.
At some point I became aware that I was talking and laughing to myself.
"Heh. Well look at that, hee hee hee."
The talking didn't bother me. Sometimes I talk to the Queen too. Normal people occasionally talk to themselves.
The laugh bothered me though. It wasn't a, "wow, that's really funny," laugh. It was deranged, more like, "wow, I'm really enjoying clipping off your fingers and feeding them to you." Somehow, that afternoon, I had become the son of Doctor Evil.
Today the return air duct, tomorrow the world.
posted by John | 4:29 AM
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