I must have some sort of electrical field build up inside me. I used to work for GTE back in the 70's. I did repair work for the company repairing mistakes, broken wires and such. It was mainly communications equipment for AT&T and the government before the big phone electronics breakup back then. Anywho, I had to wear a grounding band all the time or I would kill stuff with the heavy current running through me. I can't even wear a battery-powered watch unless it's wrapped in a velcro cloth band and the watch outer body is completely plastic. Well, this morning I just killed the vacuum cleaner. I turned it on and it went, POOF, just like that. It happened when I touched the on button. There was a bit of a cloud of smoke and I got a bit of a buzz because I was touching a part of the metal that supports the upright. It was a nice buzz too. Jolted through my arm but good. Well, the thing is on the back porch for David to see. I may have to go around the house wearing a grounding bracelet for a while. Maybe I should ask the Goddess to clear the field and take the excess energy. Yeah, give her a good buzz.
On a brighter note, Saturday is our 17 wedding anniversary. We won't be doing anything or going anyplace because well, possible gun owners. But otherwise, I will be pondering about what the fuck happened to me? Just last week we were standing in front of one of David's fishing buddies and judge friend and next thing you know it's 17 fucking years later. What the fuck happened? How is that possible? Where did the time go? Is this what married life is like? You get married and become brain dead. Seriously! WTF!?!