The power collapses around my head! This is the second time in the past month where I've discovered the limitations of power pumped into my subterranean lair. This time however, the culprit was the vacuum. In the midst of cleaning, as if to say, "No! Bachelor-like living must be upheld!", the vacuum died off into silence as the lights around me popped out. The lights out in the living room took umbrage with my power consumption as well and withdrew the gift of light that they so frequently indulge me in. The bathroom and kitchen retained the flicker of life though. And strangely enough, the high drain appliances in the kitchen stayed on, and my media center in the living room continued to pump out the sounds of Joanna Newsom.
I am tangled in webs of wires. Overlaid. Irrationally convoluted. Now I wait for my landlord to get back so that I can access the electrical box, and reset the circuits that screamed out and went silent. In the mean time, it appears that music will continue to be had. Music in the (semi-)dark.
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