Last night was one of the (very) few times that I managed to fall asleep before midnight. I also wasn't having any weird, freaky dreams about a future me stealing my car (repeatedly), or a zombie carebear apocalypse destroying humanity*. So all in all it was shaping up to be a nice night.
Imagine my surprise as I wake up to the most horrid screeching sound I have ever heard. My heart went something like "thump. thump.thumpthumthutht---" It was also loud. Very, very loud. After a minute or so of frantically flailing around I realized where I was and set out to find the source of the noise. You'd think it wouldn't take very long to find, but with the way the sound echoed about the room, I had a really difficult time pinpointing the source. Finally, my eyes settled on the pale green glow on the gas/carbon monoxide detector's diminutive LED. Low battery.
It's one of those annoying little devices that wails at you when its battery gets low. "LOOK AT ME MY BATTERY IS RUNNING OUT I CAN'T JUST TURN AN LED ON TO TELL YOU BECAUSE THAT WOULDN'T BE ENOUGH SO NOW I HAVE TO WASTE WHAT LITTLE BATTERY REMAINS TO ME TO MAKE SURE YOU KNOW THAT I'M DYING HERE! HERE, LET ME SPURT SOME MORE OF MY BLOOD IN YOUR FACE! CAN I GET A TRANSFUSION NOW!? OMG LOOK AT ME! WHY AREN'T YOU LOOKING!?" Just like those aggravating smoke detectors. Just like those annoying alarms on the glass doors we had in Florida. Just like... You know, this incident clearly dredged up some unhappy memories. That and spending the night on the couch (just in case it wasn't only a battery issue). >.>
*My cousin and I have been on a bit of a horror spree lately. Usually watching one or two movies a night. It's entertaining but it does give me some pretty messed up dreams. This is mostly because the movies are messed up, but also because they meld with things that the girls watch. Thus Zombie Apocalypse: Carebear Edition. Carebears would swarm people and hug them, turning them into another carebear. Once we started driving them back (because let's face it, if you can't keep an over-sized teddy bear away from you, you have issues) they evolved. The carebear stare became a tool for ranged conversion. Their eyes would turn red, they'd float into the air and hearts should shoot out of their stomachs, converting anyone they touched. We lost so many people to the stare... That and the damned balls, those were the worst.
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