and I tell ya

fucked up dreams

the alarm was going off, buzzing, rhythmically, like my clock..... as I drug myself over the mound of pillows/blankets/clothes all scrunched up comfily and slithered towards the alarm clock to smack it back unto submission and mom simply bursts! through the door with poise and presence commanding enough for a queen

it's the house alarm!

she's lookin good, too, all dressed to the nine's in a navy business pantsuit, heels an authorative smack! against the linoleum with each ground prowling step, tails of her blazer whipping in wave of each angry, powerful stride

into the kitchen we go, my little freshly risen from the bed (grave) casper self floating along beside her like a good little boy

and in a fluid sweep my mother turns around and announces to family, friends, and guests of honor (me, I suppose) that...... we have been robbed! *insert fist thumping on counter here*

but!

"Only your CPU was taken."

in homage to the lords of animation, my jaw hits the floor and suddenly this plaintive wail rises from the subcockles of my being in a blood-curdling, bone-chilling, fingernails-up-chalkboard sound that no man should ever produce OR hear

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

falling to my knees, tears streaming out the corners of my eyes to arch into growing puddles on each side of me, fingers clutching against my chest to rend my poor palpitating heart from all this madness - this greif - this TRAVESTY! that has befallen the soul that dutifully saves everything

the mp3s, the role-playing scenes, the images - everyone is going to kill me for losing them - ds, D, Damon, Rae, Jess, Trav, Mike - they were depending on my cntrl-s happy fingers to preserve the chronicle history in scenes (or, in the case of ds, the flat-out triple-x marathons *sneer*), the music carefully cultivated has been cruelly dashed to another person's sorided, inferior collection, oh how my soul ached beneath the weight of such knowledge

and in the midst of all this pain, angst and suffering highlighted by the inhuman sounds my vocal chords were being forced to spew forth from the sheer audacity of my lungs to expell air so sadistically...... I realize...

My alarm really is going off.