Riders on the storm

The thundering ring woke me. I dragged my body to the phone and picked it up. It was early morning - too early in the morning. With a blank voice, I answered. It was God. He wanted my recipe for chocolate cake. I gave it to Him, and was about to hang up when I thought - This is my chance! I took a deep breath and asked: "God, do you know how to make trading & profit and loss accounts?" God replied: "Sorry, I didn't study accounting." I said: "But, I thought you knew everything?" - to which the Almighty replied: "But I don't exist... so I don't know anything at all. And we're not even having this conversation anyway." I thought that was fair enough an answer, and hung up.

I was still half asleep in the shower, and conscience came back to me periodically while travelling to university.

A day like any other one. The dude on the bus tried to make me pay the fare (although I have a bus pass, which makes me elligible for free transport) but I cunningly showed him some of my management notes, which made him totally forget about making me pay.

My eyes barely open, I loaded my blog template and started working on it. I sold my soul to the devil for less than 200 bucks, and put up some google ads in here. I also deleted all my previous posts, because I felt like clicking a lot. After all, it's still impressive to use a mouse without a wire and see the pointer move accordingly.

I think wireless mice are alive. I first thought they had some kind of little mouths, and they were constantly calling out to the receivers: "He's moved me on the right! Two millimetres! Wait, he clicked just now! On the left - no, a little bit more!" but then I thought that if they kept shouting, I would've heard something at least. And that is how I concluded that the receivers actually had eyes, and those eyes were locked on the mice itself. I haven't figured out how they work in the dark though.

My compiler is giving me friendly error messages, and my operating system notifying me before crashing - "Awwww, there is a mistake on like 127, maybe you should try putting in a semicolon at the end." or - "I'm sorry, but I'm about to crash because I can't read sector 0xEAF8849E - that's where you keep your porn by the way."

My soul long sold to the devil is playing blackjack on a poker table, and my heart beating in my chest no more mine.

I miss you Marie.