The Device Has Been Modified…

…is on repeat.

I’m stressed. I’m trying not to be, but I am. Hottie’s part time contract job ended today, so I’m looking at a shortage of about $900 bucks a month. I’m trying to rework the budget now. I know he’ll come up with something. I wish we were moving to Alabama now.

Nanowrimo starts Saturday. I still don’t know what I’m going to write about.

Pediatricians for Little Man successfully changed, now to just wrestle his records away from the old one. I like the new one much better.

No further info on tests for Little Man. Pediatrician is suggesting a pediatric orthopedist for his mysterious hand ailment, and possibly a trip to a pediatric geneticist to see if his little quirks are part of a greater whole.

I’m not panicking. Really I’m not. I’m just stressed and I want a cigarette. I want to smoke for Nanowrimo.

Hello and welcome to the Enrichment Center.

Your specimen has been processed and we are now ready to begin the test proper.

The device has been modified.

Put me down!

You’re doing very well.

The device has been modified.

Well you found me. Congratulations. Was it worth it? The only thing you’ve managed to break so far is my heart. This isn’t brave. It’s murder. What did I ever do to you? You don’t even care do you?

Please proceed into android hell.

Weighted storage cube destroyed.

The device has been modified.

You euthanized your faithful companion cube. Well done.



Are you still there?