When I put all the lack-of-sleep factors together: stress, irritating pets (who have decided to either sit on me and stare, jump back and forth over me throughout the night, or play with my computer mouse waking both my computer and me up!), or the loud ticking that is now coming from my bathroom, I am beginning to realize why I am so tired!
Let me tell you about The Clock. I needed a clock in my bathroom. In the morning, I typically know how long I'm in the shower by the number of songs that play on the radio. However, when I am out of the shower, I seem to take my precious time when getting ready. And I needed a clock to keep track of how many minutes I could spare before my 8:30am meetings. Hence, the hunt of a clock.
I found The Clock at Target (where, if you know me at all, you know I am a recreational shopper there.) I get almost everything from Target. So of course I would check out their clocks first! I found The Clock for $7, which I didn't think was too bad. When I saw it in the sales ads this morning for only $3, I decided I needed to share my story so no one else purchases this monster.
It almost sounds like a bomb. Not that I have ever really heard a bomb, but you know how in the movies, when the dramatic music helps build up a stressful scene with the ticking bomb and two wires. You have 10 seconds on the clock to cut one wire. Are you going to pick the red one or the blue one? It's a life or death choice, and all you hear at this point is the ticking clock... five.... four... three.... two....
Yeah. That's where I'm at now, and every other night for the last couple of weeks. I thought I would just get used to the ticking and the tocking. But I haven't. I actually found myself laying in bed last night simply listening to the clock. I swore it got louder every sixty seconds. I even visualized the second hand getting close to the number 9 as the ticking got louder! The then tocking would quiet down again once it got closer to the 1. It kind of reminds me of an Edgar Allen Poe poem I read back in High School. I'm not sure if it was "The Pit and the Pendulum" or "The Tell-Tale Heart." Maybe it's a combination of the two. I guess you can take the darkness from The Pit, and the loudness of The Heart, minus the deaths and rats from both of them, and you have The Clock. Laying in bed. Listening as the Heart, I mean, The Clock keeps me from my slumber. This has gone on too long. The Clock must go.
I'm not one to purposefully be wasteful. And typically, when I don't want something anymore I give it away. But I would not wish this clock upon anyone! Not even that evil college professor who told me I would never amount to anything! After this blog post, I plan to snatch the batteries from this clock and toss it in the trash with not so much as a good bye!
Silence is priceless.