This is the noise that my bed makes when it thinks there is something wrong with it. Yes, modern technology has blessed us with a bed that has limited intellegence. Unfortunately, much like many humans with limited intellegence, it likes to talk too much. The noise it makes is the very same noise that the cardiac monitor makes as warning for someone who's heart has gone all corpsey (read: DEAD). So apparently this bed has a bit of an ego to it, as if to say that its minorest of malfunctions (which can be caused by something as trivial as my shifting my weight) is equal to a human going 'code' as they say in these places (read: DEAD). I can now, thanks to my bed, show you the spot in your brain, exactly, where the "DWEEEEEEEE" noise rams a railroad spike after prolonged exposure (more than 4 seconds) to said noise. I have been told that my bed would be replaced in 7 to 10 days... this was about 3 weeks ago. So goes it here in this place. Id leave, but right now Im even more afraid of the devil I don't know than the devil I know so well. The one who I know assaults my brain, daily. That devil indeed has many weapons with which to conduct his siege warfare against my brain, but I try to remain solid and sane in my little ivory tower. This is my little room here, where I very purposely perform the facilital sin of 'self isolation' to protect myself from as many of these weapons as I can. I will use this medium to paint a picture of my perspective of life here, free to anyone who cares to read. But, just for tonight, the most incidious of the weapons this foe (who wishes to warehouse me for its own financial gain) is the noise-DWEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...
