just nearly got my ass roasted.
you know why you don’t have water on your desk?
or any liquid?
because, it’ll knock over. right after you’re glad you didn’t kill the computer with the stupid new shell you downloaded. you’ll hit it, you’ll watch it spiral on it’s base for a moment, and you’ll watch it hit the desk.
and a roaring tide of water will head in exactly the worst place possible.
betwixt your monitor and the cubby for seedys, it will cascade, a malevolent, churning tsunami.
it will continue, falling past the edge of your desk.
you will stop
stiffen
stare
and proceed to send panicked messages to your stepdad- who’s helping you with litestep- and jacob, who recently told you he made a post.
you will write profanities
but because your dad is in the room over sleeping
you will keep your lips zipped.
your heartbeat escalates as you slowly lean down to check-
because where that water flowed ends exactly where it shouldn’t.
your surge protector.
glowing, humming with a stream of power you take for granted.
you will see your flipflop, discarded carelessly- a habit your grandmother yells at you for with alarming regularity-
just next to the surge protector
right above the free outlets.
you will see the gleam of water…
covering the switch and the end in a thin film of death.
but the outlets are safe.
oh, man.
the outlets are entirely dry.
W00t! awesome!