I realized it before my eyes were even open yet.
"shitshITSHIT!
I threw the covers off and sprang into action. Press and hold the Shut Down button and hope for the high pitched Whir to slow and deaden. I wait, and it seems to sense me there wrapped in unoptimistic hopefullness, so it Whir Whir Whirs on.
"Please shut down. I don't need you now. I know I got you all set up to go last night and then put you away without doing anything, but PLEASE SHUT DOWN.
Whir Whir Whir
"Shit. Shit. Shit. I guess I'd better get dressed."
So I pulled my green flowers dress over my Angry Machine. Lipstick on my clenched mouth. Bracelet barely fits over my fist. Put my shoes by the door to quiet the stomping. I accidently knocked everything on the sink in the sink, everything on the counter to the floor, the shoerack off the door, the skirts off their hangers. (The angry machine makes me clumsy and loud and miserable.)
I tried to force quit by touching both knees to the floor and pressing my palms together, but the fist-making, nostril-flaring, spitting-while-speaking Angry Machine that lives in my chest and throat and takes over all my movement whirs on...with or without my say.
Posted by Sonya at August 11, 2004 08:58 AM
sigh.....
the reset button is often deeply hidden, but also often right there, just behind your eyes.
Posted by: leblanc at August 11, 2004 12:42 PMI want a Reset Button that sticks out about 6 inches so I or anyone nearby can press and hold.
man o man do I identify with this post!
I bow to thee.
Posted by: nathaniel at August 11, 2004 09:30 PM