Have Gun, Will Travel

About the most interesting thing to happen to me in the past few months is the fact that I have $20 bet on the Super Bowl. It's not even a real "who's going to win" bet, cause I couldn't care less about that, it's one of those 100 people chip in for squares. I think I got screwed for numbers, but it doesn't appear rigged. Not by the usual suspects anyway.

Did I mention boredom? Up to Christmas and directly after that week we spent in AZ, it has been daily life crap. I guess playing video games counts as entertaining, but other than that, not much going on but the rent.

We started remodeling the guest bedroom, but that is almost complete. Oh that reminds me, I almost died yesterday. Apparently, one of the plugs in the bedroom is connected to the bathroom circuit. As I was replacing the electrical outlets and light switches, I got to the very last one and popped the screws out and grabbed both sides to pull it out from the wall and MOTHERFUCKING ZAP! It's not the first time I've been electrocuted, and probably won't be the last.

I felt the shock through my entire body. Every muscle in my body tensed up, legs, arms, face and then I think my muscles shaking is what dislodged me from the electrician's death trap. I think it burnt my fingernails on the sub atomic level, cause they still sting. I think i am going to buy a plug tester seeing as I can't rely on electricians to wire shit properly, or at least label properly.

Curious about the first time I got electrocuted? I was like 6, maybe 7 and my mom was doing her hair in the bathroom and I got a hold of thin sewing scissors. The kind that are only meant for thread and are so thin, you can bend them if you look at them wrong.

"Now where can I stick these...Oh! There we go" *insert into plug outlet* *sound of zapping, scissors melt which dislodges me from the socket causing me to fall* My mom said I made a strange humming noise and she looked over and saw me fall while holding melted scissors. It just goes to show you that sometimes, what appears to be considered "child abuse" in today's fucked up world of sue happy and jail happy ignorant people, is simply stupid kids doing stupid things when parents aren't looking.

If I was a cat, I'd say I've used 2 or 3 of my nine lives at least. I try to limit my electrocutions to once a decade. I feel you can have too much of a good thing. Now to get back to normal boring winter routine. Anyone have any suggestions on stuff to do? Have gun, will travel. :)