First, I’d like to thank everyone for their kind words yesterday. It meant a lot to me.
Now on with our regularly scheduled program.
My alarm clock is possessed. It hates me – really. I don’t lie … not much at least. Now, I’m good to this clock – I don’t beat the sleep button in the morning, I don’t throw it across the room when it wakes me up – I treat it well and what does it do – IT SCREWS WITH ME!
None of it was my fault, nope. I refuse to admit user malfunction. Sunday night I go to sleep around midnight as usual. All’s good – sleep well (probably snoring). Most of you know that I have to be up at 6:00 a.m. in order to be awake enough to deal with mom when she gets up around 7:00 – just wanted to throw that in. Anyway, can you imagine my utter shock when my eyes pop open at 6:50 – THAT’S 10 MINUTES BEFORE 7:00! 10 minutes before mom usually gets up. I have 10 minutes to smoke a cigarette, have a cup of coffee and toss a few crackers into my stomach. Oh, and did I mention WAKE UP! Oh please, oh please let this be one of those mornings when she sleeps to almost 7:30 … um, no. That dog won’t hunt. 7:0something or other she was up and perky as ever. Thank God Bebo is here – she got mother coffee while I finished waking the dead – that would be my brain. That alarm clock tried to make it look like I hadn’t turned it on – but I knew better than that. Kinda looked like it had a smirk on its face, if you ask me. I had so much trouble waking up that morning. Kept dragging my butt on the ground and just couldn’t seem to catch up. So off for my nap I went. Set the clock for 4:00 – carefully taking note that I had pushed the button (I’m wise to it this time) and went to bed. Woke up with a start at 5:04 (damn digital clocks, you always know precisely what time it is) - I laid there for a moment and listened to a faint clicking and static. The exorcist clock had switched from AM to FM – where there was no radio station. I told you it had it out for me. Now the entire day of Monday is a faint blip on my radar screen. But I got it that night. I pushed the button over, pushed the sleep mechanism and listened to the radio station. I was set. (insert theme from Jaws) So imagine my surprise when I woke the next morning at 6:30 (6:34 for those anal enough to want the exact time). You read it right – the Angelina Jolie of my relationship with my clock had struck again. I just laid there staring at it – the little light indicating that the alarm was set stared right back at me. I checked the alarm. It was still set. Wasn’t the radio, wasn’t the self-turning off auto button. Someone had changed the wake time to 4:00 p.m. – just a coincidence that it was the same time I was supposed to wake up from my nap the day before. It picked that time on purpose to totally confuse me. I’m on to it now. I brought a witness in Tuesday night – Bebo. She watched me set that alarm to 6:00 a.m., push the auto button and then the sleep mechanism to insure the radio station was right. I had it. Only this time it behaved itself. Like a ticking bomb it’s waiting for when I’m the least aware. I can feel the evil emanating from it now.
Did I mention that the electric skillet is possessed …?
Revenge of the Stalker …

Does anyone really know what time it is, does anyone really care about time.