Not really what I should say. I want to write something because I have these words welling inside me as if they are air filling a balloon that will soon succumb to the pressure. My minds in a weird place right now and I don't know how to change it or for any matter where it really is. I woke up this morning angry, but not at anything thing in particular. In all reality I was just a being filled with fury and no where to channel it. I didn't yell at anyone at work though, which is probably a good thing, and overall I had a rather easy and pleasant day at work. A simple delivery followed by not a whole lot once I got back to the shop and even got off on time for the first time this week. I got back to the house (not my own, I'm house sitting for a friend right now) and gave the dog some much needed attention and all was well until I noticed this sound that was like an air compressor running but as if it was dulled by the walls. I thought nothing of it at first until I realized that it had been going on for over 10 minutes at which point I began trying to pin point the location of the sound. After a search around the house I realized that it was the refrigerator that was making the noise. As after I asked the owners of the house if this was a normal occurrence and received an answer to the negative I began trying to fix the noise. I figured out that it was coming from the fan the helps circulate the air and began searching the internet for thoughts on how to fix it.
This was no small task I ended up dismantaling most of the freezer and using a blow drying to melt ice that had gathered up on the fan which caused the fan to go off balance and start to scrap upon the casing. So after using tools that I found laying all around the garage, a blow dryer that was hidden in the back recesses of a bathroom cabinet and dropping more wtf bombs than the number of bombs dropped on London during the blitz of WWII I finally fixed the issue. But from that point on I've spent the rest of the night feeling out of phase. Almost as if I'm a half second behind myself, I can't spell and my words flow like molasses out of a frozen bottle. I swear during the writing of this post I've abused my backspace key like the girl in the theatre scene of A Clockwork Orange. I don't know what I'm trying to say or even what I really mean anymore. I'm going to quit beating my backspace key like the actors in a SM film. Hope your all better than I am right now. Good Night.
This was no small task I ended up dismantaling most of the freezer and using a blow drying to melt ice that had gathered up on the fan which caused the fan to go off balance and start to scrap upon the casing. So after using tools that I found laying all around the garage, a blow dryer that was hidden in the back recesses of a bathroom cabinet and dropping more wtf bombs than the number of bombs dropped on London during the blitz of WWII I finally fixed the issue. But from that point on I've spent the rest of the night feeling out of phase. Almost as if I'm a half second behind myself, I can't spell and my words flow like molasses out of a frozen bottle. I swear during the writing of this post I've abused my backspace key like the girl in the theatre scene of A Clockwork Orange. I don't know what I'm trying to say or even what I really mean anymore. I'm going to quit beating my backspace key like the actors in a SM film. Hope your all better than I am right now. Good Night.