So last night I fell asleep in a different room, not my room. I read in there for a while (I had a stack of three books) and then I just fell asleep.
So I had a couple of nice, long dreams (I forget most) but then I had a dream about getting abducted by aliens. I'm only saying it was a dream so you won't think I'm insane, but I think I actually got abducted.
Anyways, I WOKE UP IN MY ROOM.
Which made absolutely no sense at all. Because I totally didn't fall asleep in my room. Even my stack of books were here, so my books got abducted? But I wasn't sleeping in MY bedroom. I was sleeping in the other one. And then I woke up in my bedroom. WITH MY STACK OF BOOKS.
My parents were still asleep past nine (and they get mad at ME for sleeping in 🙄) so I had to sneak out of my room. My mom was sleeping on the sofa, and the living room is next to the kitchen, and this desktop is in the kitchen. So I turned it on, entered the passcode to get in, and then Googled "symptoms of alien abduction."
It didn't work. Google was all, "SORRY, NO WIFI, SWEETHEART, YOU CAN'T GET IN," and then I remembered why it wasn't working.
The internet was always unplugged overnight because my parents had read a bit too many health articles.
So THEN I had to sneak all the way down to the basement, where the router was, and plug it in, except there was a tangle of cords so it took me a while to plug in. Finally I found the right thingy, and I plugged it in to the glowing orange block and it worked.
So I went upstairs, refreshed the page, and found a good article. Yes, I had remembered some of the abduction (they were, like, doing eye tests with red lights or something?) and yes, I had been moved. Yes this, yes that, no, sadly, I didn't have any psychic powers. I wish I had though.
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P.S. I looked down at the calendar app and it said February 14, and I realized it was Valentines Day and I should probably note that it is.
P.P.S. I would have put the Valentine's thing in a different post except I didn't because I was so lazy and I'm kinda sorry it has to be mashed into an alien-abduction-wifi post.
P.P.P.S. Crap, I'm writing about Valentines Day and I should have said the line by now. Well, Happy Valentines Day.
PP.P.P.S. Actually, should I have said it in combination with pink hearts and bows and sparkles and stars and presents? If so, then I should do that.
PP.P.P.P.S. Sorry, I just realized I'm too lazy to do that. Besides, I already said it.
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Small side note: Actually, I was less trying to clarify all that crap and more trying to see how many Ps I could fit before an S. But Happy Valentines Day anyway.
(P.P.P.P.P.P.S. I know I got abducted by aliens and if anyone starts to say it's hallucinations or a sleep issue I will put them through a wall.)
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