004

Now I'm scarred I'm going to die of gas poisoning.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted —the true reason why that is would be because I was working so hard I forgot I should also have a life— but I like to keep my many readers on their toes, never knowing when a new post will be made available online. Post number 004 is brought to you at one am on a particularly freezing tropical day, and is made possible by the total fiasco of thoughts presented on post 001 and my subsequent quitting of said job.

There I was, late at night waiting for some ppt presentation to beautify, when I thought a good scolding shower would do me good. That’s what I thought… and that’s when everything started going wrong. I went to he bathroom to turn on the hot water but it just wouldn’t turn on. No matter… I went to the gas water heater near thee kitchen, turned it on via kitchen sink and proceeded to stick a match in it after having guessed the problem was it’s lighting mechanism. The match not only blew out but also fell inside the heater. O.K. Clearly I couldn’t try to turn the heater on now… so I got some tweezers and tried pulling the match out… as Murphy would have it the match fell in deeper… Still non-fussed and accustomed to handy work I got a couple of screws and made my own extra long tweezers in order to rescue the spent matchstick…. Need I say what happened next? Of course it fell to where I couldn’t even see the damn match anymore. Since I already had the screwdriver in my hand I decided to go ahead and unbolt and open the whole apparatus and simply take the match out of it, close it all back and proceed with the taking of the shower. Keyword being simply. I just couldn’t take the thing entirely apart… and now I can’t put it back together because whatever rusted metal this ruddy contraption is made out of won’t bend back to whatever shape it was supposed to have and won’t bend further out either. Coming to this conclusion on the nature of the metal wasn’t as smooth a thought process as is here related and…well… now I’m afraid I might have budged some gas pipe and will soon die of the afor mentioned gas poisoning.

Just in case I have opened quite a few windows around the apartment and because of them I am freezing while still neurotic about the possibility of gas. If I kill myself I want it to be on my terms, damn it! So (taking a deep breath of what I hope oxygen) I leave this post as a sort of disclaimer to people saying I committed suicide and promises to post again soon in case I don’t die.