it's been that kind of night.

[bryiarrose]

so i walk into my room, turn on the light, and the second bulb blows out.
the second bulb in a week. the second and last.
the reason i hadn't switched the first one yet, is because even when i put the step stool on my bed and balance really terribly carefully, i can only just barely reach the fixture but can't tell how to take it off. that and the fact that turning off the light so it's cool enough to touch makes it so close to dark that you can't see to figure out how to get the damn globe off the thing. so now i'm reduced to my little lights, my night lights, ambient lighting. at least until i find a tall person or a real ladder.
now i really am living in a cave.

i'm tired. it's not even midnight. this is why i don't get up early. i remember now.

Comments

[borofish.livejournal.com]

I'm tall!

I may, just may even be in northfield tonight... something about catching up with an old friend. :)

[bryiarrose.livejournal.com]

hmmm. an interesting theory... :)