Saturday, June 26, 2004

The clock. 

The alarm clock broke.

I thought it was the battery. I replaced the battery. It wasn't the battery.


They are supposed to sit there quietly ticking away forever, like clocks of yore.

Once, clocks didn't just, like, break for no reason. There was always a mechanical reason, like a spring sprung or something. And the studious-looking old man with half-glasses, a peak hat and a grey mustache would fix it for you, peering at it under a downlight. Not any more.

The clock was only five years old.

Today I went to the store and bought a new clock. I looked twice at the one with Shrek and the Donkey on it - their faces move as the clock ticks - cool - but I ended up choosing the smaller one because the alarm button was on top, not around the back like on the Shrek one.

An accessible alarm button is a clock's most important attribute.

is it time for a nap yet? i think so

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