Whilst futzing with skype, Kaitlyn and I were IMing, when I asked her, "What do you think will happen if I hit the call button?"
I'll tell you what happens: VoIP. My voice came through Kaitlyn's headphones plugged into her computer, and she rapidly typed back while I talked. It was fun, but it was a little creepy, too. I felt like I was carrying on a conversation with a Ouija board. However, I cannot wait to do so again soon!
NOW, I have to tell you about my weekend. Imagine this: It's three days before payday; you have 16c to your name; It's a little rainy. Naturally, you find yourself stuck in the apartment for most of the time. And that's fine--you have your syndicated episodes of Friends and Seinfeld to keep you company.
I was fairly content....
Until the smoke alarm started chirping.
The chirping began Friday night, about once an hour. I didn't think much of it--I knew there was a battery that needed replacing, but I didn't have the money to replace it. On Saturday we hit a chirp rate of once every 20 minutes, and by Saturday night I had made my first attempt to pull the smoke alarm down from the ceiling. Bad News: It was stuck.
By Sunday night we were at a chirp a minute and I was fairly hanging from the smoke alarm, trying to get it down. Like a husband with a naggy wife, on Monday I came home as late as I could, hoping the battery would have completely died by then. But it chirped on. I called a coworker who lives on the 3rd floor to come up and help fix it, and after about 45 f-words and some Polish sayings (probablly just the f word in Polish), Stefan got the thing down.
It's fixed now, and everything is okay. Well...almost. Last night, just as I got in bed, I slipped the covers over me and sat back on my pillow.
chirp! chirp!
The swan song echoed down the hallway. I rolled over and went to sleep. The smoke alarm had had the last laugh afterall.
lol 45 F words and you hanging on the smoke alarm. I'll tell you what that situation called for, it called for a tally.
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